I don't get it.
Life has it's ups and downs, yeah. But why does everything have to be so hard.
I don't even know why I'm alive.
Is it fitting to say everyone's a little unsatisfied?
So why do I feel moreso?
What point is there to the things that bring joy for shortness. It's only for now. I feel peaceful, which has caused a paranoia. Nothing good lasts.
So on the search for my purpose, perhaps I realize that life is not what it seems.
Carpe diem...'Seize the day'
Life goes on.
But time won't stop for you.
It won't speed up either.
Should I be worrying?
I'm 14. Shouldn't I just be enjoying life, not worrying over it?
I can't help it. I realize things. I know I don't understand. Which means that I'm differnet. And in the eyes of 'the people', of the media, and of anyone who's eyes are blinded, different things should be feared. They should be hated. And they should be destroyed.
So I ask you, I beseech you to tell me, do you think my life is worth anything?
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