Lately, I've been feeling like a waste of space.
Actually, I lied.
I've felt like a waste of space for quite a while now.
Sometimes I resent the fact that I was ever born and that makes me sad because I know what my birth meant to my mother.
But what the hell am I supposed to do?
I'm living a life that feels like it's going nowhere and that terrifies me.
Was I seriously born to be a depressed neet?
That's entirely too tragic to even dwell on.
They say that you have to go through trials and tribulations before you find where you're meant to be; before you reach "happiness".
Well, I'm starting to wonder if it's even worth it.
Like, shit.
Can't I catch my breath?
Take a break from the bullshit, heartache, and disappointment?
Cuz' right now I feel like I'm stuck living a life with no purpose.
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PoetryA collection of thoughts, feelings, and whatever other randomness pops into my head.