Lately I've been having a hard time recognizing my purpose. I feel lost. Like all the things that i had thought i would be are becoming more like a vague memory. The distance between me and my goals are increasing exponentially. The potential that i once had has just vanished jnto thin air and it seems i am not really good at anything. With all of this, the only thing that is actually increasing is my lust for appreciation. For some reason without doing anything at all, i want to be given a reward. Someone telling me that i am doing a great job knowing all too well that i have done nothing at all.
Writing used to be a way out, an opening or a door to my inner peace. But door has somehow become too heavy for me to push and open.
Writing used to be a way out, an opening or a door to my inner peace. But door has somehow become too heavy for me to push and open.
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