Being very honest, I don’t know what I’m doing here.
I don’t know why I’ve held on so long.
Everything always hurts. It almost never gets better.
Is there a reason I’ve lasted this long?
It’s unbelievable I haven’t given up yet.
The only reason that I’m here on this earth is because I have hope.
But we all know about hope.
It always brings misery.
But it’s all I have right now.
It’s the only reason why I’m living.
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t worry that that hope will be hopeless one day.
I always worry.