Pointless
The glorious life of me. Not having any real worth, use, point, whatever word you want to use to describe it. Sitting, worrying, fearing, hating myself, loathing my own existence. My attempts to bypass such feelings are very hit and miss, many times, they are just miss. Try to focus on the joys that I have, though those don't really mean much. The only joys I have in life now are my boyfriend and my friends here, which I can't exactly communicate with people here properly right now so, that's fun..
So that leaves me with my own thoughts if I am alone. Sitting, waiting for the next thing to supplement my fucking life. Waiting for certain things to fill in the gaps of my life like puzzles pieces, only for the pieces to be scattered all over again. Each day, again and again. The same shit is in my mind. I can try to be positive, but we all know how far that gets me. I can try to do the things I like but all of my 'hobbies' are completely pointless.
Days like this make me wonder about how awesome it would be if I wasn't actually me. There wouldn't be all of this trouble, there wouldn't be any burden provided by my life, and I could then be someone that actually has a place in the world, a place in society. Instead, a better way to describe me is a low-tier peasant that can't do anything right, unless doing everything wrong is somehow a skill.
Seriously, why the fuck do I even exist at this point. Each day I wonder more and more.
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