Don't Know If I Can Keep On Going
Hey let me put a general question out there for everyone to think bout then get back to me on.
Why is it that sometimes when we do something for others we are always the ones who feel worse in the end?
Have you ever noticed that sometimes when you do something to benefit someone else you think you'll feel better about it but you really don't. You know sometimes I wish I could see where my life ends so that I know what happens and what am I suppose to do with my life. That way I know exactly what I still have to live for. I know I sound in the dumps but this is just me; my usual way of looking at things from the darker side of life. But how many people can actually say they don't regret some major choice they made and now they pay for it everyday. I know I regret one major choice and now I'm still this broken shell waiting for someone to pick up the broken pieces of my world.
Why is it that sometimes when we do something for others we are always the ones who feel worse in the end?
Have you ever noticed that sometimes when you do something to benefit someone else you think you'll feel better about it but you really don't. You know sometimes I wish I could see where my life ends so that I know what happens and what am I suppose to do with my life. That way I know exactly what I still have to live for. I know I sound in the dumps but this is just me; my usual way of looking at things from the darker side of life. But how many people can actually say they don't regret some major choice they made and now they pay for it everyday. I know I regret one major choice and now I'm still this broken shell waiting for someone to pick up the broken pieces of my world.