I’ve reached a point
In life where I am questioning everything. Why are the things in life the way they are? Why am I who I am, and who or what decided that? Why is life so hard? I know that life is full of obstacles, but at what point does it become too much to bother with? I have recently lost the most important person in my life, and she will never be in my life again, and it is the worst feeling I could ever possibly imagine. She was my everything and I know that I will never feel the same way about anyone or anything again. What’s worse is that it wasn’t because we didn’t care about each other, it wasn’t because we weren’t best friends, it was because of life. Stupid, fucking life.


