so this is it.
Maybe this is where I can be myself. Running away from everyone else. I re-read all my non-sense babbling before this... and wonder, was that really even me? How can you really fucking feel something, bleed it out of you and it just goes away. You forget about it later. Life is just like that. A mystery. A never ending story, who knows about after dirt is shoveled on top of you. I'm so sick of meaningless people. Why are you here? Where in the hell did you come from? What is your purpose in my life? The sad thing, I'm too nice. I just allow them to constantly do as they wish.. whatever they wish. Fucking up me and the world around. Leaving a trail of dead behind them. Maybe I was there myself, I'm too forgetful to remember much of my past, much less.. yesterday. Is the world really going down? Is this all just an easy ending for us? The year 2012 is approaching faster with every tick of the clock. What is the point in finding what makes you happy? If you have to watch it just die in a few short years to come. I'm afraid of ever having another child. To watch my child and husband be ripped away from me. God give me strength.