I've been meaning to write this post for the longest time, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it everytime. I think I just need to get this out of me, even if there's noone to read it.
I don't even know where to begin. Life was really much simpler back when we were small and growing up has really complicated things.
I was never one who could easily express his feelings and being what I am now, it just makes it harder. Somewhere along the way I must have fallen off the right track. I am at a lost, of directions, and of my identity. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know where to go, nor what to do. Seeing people with their dreams and working hard to achieve them makes me question myself. Do I have a dream? If you consider wanting to have a dream, a dream, then yes I do have one but it's just not enough. I need something more, something that I don't even know what it is, that can make me feel my worth.
I don't feel comfortable with myself, or rather I'm afraid of being myself. Something is holding me back and I just can't find the strength to break through. They say everyone's life has its purpose, and mine just seems far-fetched. Everything in this world is just mindboggling. It's like I'm trapped in a maze never being able to find a way out.
Sometimes I just wish I never wake up from my sleep.
