I’m sad and then I think why the fuck do I feel like this? And I’m just like why not just get the fuck up, walk outside take a deep breath and smile because I’m alive, well and have family, friends, food, water, a house to live in. But I keep thinking about how I haven’t got a clue on what to do with my life or how I plan on living it and people keep telling me I’m an adult now but I don’t feel like one. Or maybe I don’t want to be one. I don’t really like society all that much, since I started reading books, watching the news and meeting all of these different people I began hating life.. And what it is and how it works. I think about the misfortune of others and what they must feel like. Maybe I over analyse too much I don’t know.
