I feel as if I don’t have a purpose. Theres no reason or need for existence. What do I have that I can bring to this world that is different from any other? What I can do, others can too. What I like, others do too. What makes me different... simply just makes me the same as every other unique individual living on this planet.
I really don’t know who I am, or even who I want to be. I’m afraid of making mistakes, but the biggest mistake I can make is not doing anything at all. I miss the days when things were simpler and before I started questioning every action that I did. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what anything is. And that certain emotions are merely labels we choose to associate feelings with. What does it even mean to be happy? How do we know we’re happy? What does love feel like? -- but I guess no one can really answer those questions right?
Whats the point of going to university if it’s going to bring tears to my eyes and build this cycle of guilt, watching the money my parents worked hard for being spent on me... who has yet to find her place in society.
Our world is full of hypocrites. Myself included. But it’s because it’s easy to be one. Our priorities have changed, and we also have the freedom to make our own rules in life.
--well that kind of went off topic...
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