Sometimes when I’m all alone I start to wonder, who am I? I’m no one special now. Will I ever be? I’ve done nothing special. Will I ever? It makes me ask myself why. Why do I lack the follow through of great ideas?
Why do I have so much trouble committing myself to something? Life just gets hard sometimes and I don’t know how to cope. What will life be like in ten years? Twenty years? I guess what haunts me the most is that I wonder constantly how I feel. I wish I could be happy. And I do have sporadic moments of happiness, but nothing lasting. Just getting up in the morning is a feat in itself. I just want my life back.