I’m just trying to find a point; a reason. I guess…period. That’s all I want. A reason for anything. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. My brain is just all over the place. Is this what it’s like to have gone mad? This consistent need to find out why I exist, why or if I even matter; one tiny life in a sea full of them. Why I’m getting hit with these waves of pain over and over, and why I can’t force it back, if only for a moment. I’m sure I matter, but given the current circumstances, it’s a little cloudy right now.