I Talk in the Mirror to the Stranger that Appears
I don't know who I am anymore. I find that I am doing everything because I should or can't think of a reason why. Even when I don't really want to do something I do it anyway, because I can't think of a reason not to (other than I just don't want to, of course). That's not like me. I know that, but I can't stop it. I just don't care. Maybe I just kinda don't want anything anymore. Well, I do.... I know I do.... I can think of a couple things I want right now, but I lack the ambition to grasp it. I don't know... how are you enjoying my confused hopeless ramble so far? I always say that we are here and we are alive because we desire something. Now, I'm starting to think in my head that wanting anything is hopeless. Pointless to infinite degrees. I want so much, and I doubt that I will ever have a fraction of it. If I am alive because I desire something, but it seems impossible.... what the fuck am I still here for?