Why does life have to be so difficult? Why, with seemingly an ideal life, do you wish for more or for things to be different? Why do you not care about anything? Why do you go through a constant cycle of nihilism and self-loathing only to arrive at the same point once complete? What will it take to start caring again?
I was always told that time heals all wounds and things will get better. Maybe I am cursed to remember my greatest follies and failures however the good things always to be so fleeting. Pain, disappointment and unanswered questions are all I seem to get.
Most of all, why does life have to be so damn hard? It's understood that no one ever said it would be easy however it's only purpose seems to be to make things as humanly hard as possible, and once it has you down it takes a nice long piss in your face.
People tell me I'm a good person but I do not see it. Cannot see it. How could I be a good person when I don't care?
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