I don't understand why I keep filling the void with the things that are supposed to make me happy but I'm just not.
How? Why?
I have every reason to be grateful. I have everything I could probably ever need now but there's a void and I can't figure out what I'm so **** ******* sad about. So empty for.
I dive deep into my being, into my heart and mind and I can't find it.
The hunger that resides in me.
Is it human?
Is that why we are basically parasites on this planet?
Constantly taking but never giving.
Where the actual **** do I belong?
Where is my home?
Where do I go?
What should I do?
No one is here to tell me now. No one is here to tell me how. No one is ******* here.
I literally have no ******* idea what the **** I'm doing.