Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I find myself unsure of my own world once more seeing the lies of other fabricate everything around me the one thing I clung to was that at least I thought that who I am and what I do are so connected  that no one can take one without taking the other at least I thought but do I like what I do am I happy I am unsure of this answer and unsure of myself I don't feel or look like I'm falling apart my life is acceptable but this hole this gaping hole the feeling of not knowing if the one thing you do right and the one thing people love you for truly is you truly makes you happy I can't motivate myself I sit around all day and sleep and watch YouTube then wake up the next day hating myself only to do it again if nothing is going to change I think why even get up just why live in a paradox trying to force yourself over and over then the qestion popped up do I really want to write do I really want to do the thing people love me for and treat me like I'm special for does this really complete me I honestly don't know