Ever had the feeling like you don't know where you are in life, where you stand in the lives of others, and what direction you're heading? Or even if you're moving at all for that matter. I get these feelings once in a while, I guess you can label it as depression, hopelessness, sadness, melancholy... the feeling of being lost.
I feel like my inner monologue is just screaming and screaming, for someone to come by and just find me and save me. I always wish for the moment where I can finally just be who I want to be, have what I want in life, and finally just have the feeling of release, not having to care what other people think or expect, not having to have obligations and being accountable for others. Am I selfish?
Is every life worth living? Is every life worth saving? Is every life worth at least something?
I don't know.
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