What is this life? I mean honestly what is it. Is it meant to be something special? Something important? I don't know what to do with this life. It doesn't make any sense to me. Nothing in this life makes sense and I just don't know what to do about any of it. I feel like screaming most of the time, but no one would hear me. I would just be screaming into a void of some sort of my own making. That's what this life has become for me. A torture chamber. So let it be what it will be, I guess. There's no reason to think otherwise about it.
If Only I Knew. I wish I knew sooner what was going to happen before it happened. But I don't have that gift. It would be helpful in so many situations, I think. Imagine knowing what would happen in a board meeting before it came to pass. You would have the ability to anticipate anything that was going to happen. Or what was going to happen in a relationship. You could know when it was time to jump ship before the iceberg came along. Those kinds of things.
Life Doesn't Matter. It really doesn't. We're here just to do whatever it is we came here to do. There's nothing important about it. I could die today, and no one would care. It seems like life just gets in the way sometimes. It's not meant to be this way, but it does just happen to do that. I wish I could deal with it better, but I'm not sure I have a way of doing that. It's just life that makes us miserable. Yet we are forced to live it.
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