I find myself unable to handle some things in my life right
now. Last night I got really pissy and weird for no good
reason, but for every reason.
What is my purpose in life......honestly? Why am I here?
Is there a point to my existence? Has God put me on the
Earth as a foil for some hero that will come along when i'm
50; am I a prodigal son who is astray? I'm going to find
someone I hate and rip them apart; I heard you can find
enlightenment at an extreme adrenaline point in your life.
I'm getting all my shit out for this journal entry so i can
really talk in my next ones. My presence wanes~