is on my shoulders. I don’t know where I should be. There’s so much confusion in this world. Sometimes, I think my existence could all be a waste. I don’t know how to say that without it sounding suicidal, but its true. The question of one’s self-worth is always a reoccurring thought for any individual. There’s always a question as to how much one can actually handle and manage. Whether we grasp onto challenges and go head on with our fears, or sit back and ride the moving train, it all requires a certain effort and mindset. This all makes me wonder who will be the one to help me lift off these heavy weights by the end of it all. It’s hard enough waking up every morning to the same routine but having to live under this societal/universal pressure in order to find the “purpose” of it all makes me think life is meant to fuck you and fuck you again until you get it right.