I don’t know what is making me sad but this feeling is breaking my heart. Constantly fighting these feelings…it’s hard to stay on the right track.
Why do I feel so insecure? I should not care. So why do I? The thought of judgement is too much to bear.
What is this world that we live in anyway? And why do we even live? So strange. The fact that we get born yet for no specific reason we just have to die at one point. What is the point anyway?
I feel out of breath…this is too overwhelming…I have to be happy for the life I have. Sure! But why do I have this life and others don’t? What’s the point of it all anyway?
Maybe I’m just overthinking everything….maybe all these feelings are normal…..maybe I’m just tired of looking for reasons or justifications….
What the hell is this anyway?
CB. π€·ββοΈπ§ββοΈ
Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air. – Will (Five Feet Apart by Rachael Lippincott with Mikki Daughtry and Tobias Iaconis)
Thanks for coming!! π€ππ
