Short tales of a nothing

"Dancing on my own"

What is the meaning of life? What is the purpose? You've done everything right, you've put others before you, sacrificed all that you had, gave up your own happiness for others to succeed, but at what cost? Where are they now? When you gave them homes, when you loaned them money, when you needed them? You may be thinking, where's the short stories? This is just my introduction. Have you given so much of yourself to toxic people that take and take, that you no longer know who you are anymore? Have they tried to say they want to help you? Maybe they do, maybe they try to help, but do they really? Or do they just do that to make themselves feel better about continually bringing you down lower, and lower, and lower. So again, what is the purpose? What is the point in all this? Will we ever see the end? Will we ever get that one person that made the promises. That we waited for? That broke us down when they disappeared? Will we ever get to finish our slow dance in life? Will everything finally fit into place? These are just going to be short stories, from my 17 year old mind, doing what it does best at night which I'm sure a lot of people can relate to, over contemplating and breaking down. I'm not asking for you to read these stories. I'm not asking for sympathy. I'm not asking for pity. I'm explaining the existence of this. When my mind goes into overdrive, and I'm stuck thinking to all my past mistakes, wondering what I could've done more with my family, I channel them into made up scenarios in my head. So, why not put those scenarios into short stories on here, giving you all a glimpse into my mind. This is me, slow dancing on my own.