I'm on the edge about to fall into the abyss only a a string holds me in place. I feel overwhelmed by life or rather maybe my obligations and dissapointments. I feel really alone as a stare at the hole inside me. I thought that void in me had been filled but it is still there and i think it has grown bigger. But i'll keep moving forward eventhough my heaviness weighs down on me. I wish that I could just walk this feeling off. Why is it that I have to think and feel? Why is it that I just can't be superficial and happy? Why do I detest meaninglessness? Why not take soma or happy pills?
I'm heading towards a break down. Life will choke me of my will to live. self pity how shameful. keeping on moving or i'll die. death is always all around. i have nothing against death my struggle is with suffering and pain. i can't accept a world where suffering is its main component. happiness is so temporary....
