It's funny to think about how much life can change. You make new friends, you lose old ones that you thought would stick around forever, and what for? Maybe we're infinite. Maybe no one ever really lives at all. Sometimes I step back and think about all the things and people that have come and go in my life and I wonder what it's all about. I seem to dwell upon things sometimes when I really shouldn't. Live like you'll die tomorrow, then turn around and live like you'll never die at all. New life, second chances, true love. Bullshit. Who knows what's real, what's fake, what could be or what used to. No one really knows anything at all. All anyone knows is what their mind fantasizes about. Fantasy can sometimes be confused with reality... Non-fiction with fiction as well. What does anyone know? I pass each day with doubt in my mind, never knowing what's around the next corner. I feel lost and indecisive. Is there such a thing as a happy ending? Fairy tales or nightmares, which one do we live each day? How can death be happy? Is that not how all things come to an end? Scratch that, all things come to an end. That's not glorious, not happy. It's upsetting, saddening, heartbreaking. Heartbreak or love? One of the many mysteries of the universe. Is it ever really true, or do we just believe that it might be? If you're only ever meant to be with one person, your soul-mate, how do you know if you've ever truly found them? Are we even supposed to love? Maybe the cure to sadness and the begining to happiness is to not care, to not love, just to fuck the day away with the person that pleases you sexually the most. When I wake up in the morning I tell myself, "This is going to be a great day." Is it? Who knows. Meandering through pages of profound books and literary marvels. Gazing into the glass screen that could steal your soul. Bouncing about the earth searching for a new found glory. Meaningless, pointless. Stop. I can't feel anymore. I don't want to. I just want to know that there's something out there better for me. But, who knows. | 
