I heard from friends that everyone leaves, and it’s true but I guess I never noticed because I would be the one running from everything.
I try to inspire people. I try to provide hope, but I cant. I think I don’t have anything more to do, I have things I want to do but they don’t mean anything.
What do you want to do?
I want to feed birds, and help friends, but this idyllic life won’t remain peaceful for more than a few seconds. the hassles of school and work will be thorns in the backside of awesome times.
I give up
I cant do it
things I tell myself.
then I believe it, and stop trying.
after I stop trying I go through the motions.
failing became something new
wasting money is now a habit
I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what im doing. I don’t know anything. who’s going to read this? it’s nonsense. just my feelings. or thoughts. im not even saying the truth anymore, because it. just. doesn’t. matter.