Life... it's rather empty don't you think? What more to life is there other than the fake people you see every day? Or the fake love that people always talk about? The sadness you feel? Is any of this real?
These are daily questions I ask to myself. Is there really any meaning to life? What would happen if I just end it right here with a nice puddle of blood filled with all of my sorrows and grief? ...Would I even be missed? Would my "friends" even care if I were to just go "missing"? Would anyone care?
March 27th, 2017
Dear Diary,
It's been over a month since we broke up. Thirty-eight days, to be exact. Out of the blue I got a text message from my baby, "Hey, sorry but I think we should break up. Sorry things didn't work out."
It hasn't been the same since then. I have always dealt with depression and anxiety... What's new? Why is this so hard to deal with? I don't think I will ever find love again. I will never find that fire and motivation again.
...Maybe I should just end it here.
That's what some people would say. I on the other hand have decided to not live my life for myself. But rather to live to help enhance others.
