I wake up every morning and question why I’m alive. I don’t know what my purpose on this earth is. I don’t even know who I am, yet I act like I know any and everything about people I barely talk to. And that’s another thing; I won’t talk to people unless they talk to me first. Then I hate to even talk. My thought process is so fucked up even writing about this is hard to absorb. I just needed an outlet.
