I just wanted myself to remember that at this very moment, I felt low. I felt like my life was pointless. And that to be honest, living does seem kind of pointless. I’m no where suicidal. But I’m just pondering that life sometimes can be like you’re in a car, driving. You’ve got blindfolds on, but you’re devoid of emotions. You can’t feel anything, you can’t hear anything. You don’t know where you’re traveling to but all you know is that your foot is on that pedestal, flooring it. Full speed ahead. No time for a breather, no time to get your bearings right. The next day will come whether you like it or not. The seconds tick by. It’s moving but you hope, just for a tiny moment it would stop. Just for you. Disappointment.
I begun wondering where my life went wrong a long time ago. How did I get myself into this situation. When will it finally be ‘my turn’. My turn to be happy. My turn to not hate myself so much. My turn to love and be loved. My turn to do what I want in life.
