Unspeakable...
Does anyone ever wonder that maybe they complain about the wrong things? That maybe whatever they devote their time to see change is just worthless? Maybe it isn't even that, maybe it is just the fact that my life, at least right now, seems somewhat empty. Where is the gas station of life so I can fill 'er up. Some how I feel used and uncared for, that everywhere I go, I just have this slight feeling of out of placeness, or maybe I am just heading in the wrong direction. Is my life really that empty, or is there something I am truly missing?