How can you miss something you never experienced? I don't think I really love anything. Not music, not really photography... what am I doing here? Not at school, I mean here - alive and existing. I've been struggling with this question for years and I'm not any closer to figuring it out then when I started. I was hoping to actually find a concrete answer, not some fortune cookie bullshit like "the purpose of existence is to question existence".
Fuck. I have no idea what to do or say anymore. There's no one to talk to about anything and I don't. Know. What's. Wrong.
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I know how that feels. It's a scary place to be. Please email me if you want to vent anything... everything... I'm here.
Ps. Thank you for stopping by. It's always nice to see your visits. :)
me too
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