The impression I always had that my life is pointless is still there.
Like if I had spent all my energy looking for something that has never been there for me. Like if nothing that have ever happened to me had a real purpose. All random stuff... All fake!
Life strikes to me so artificial and... yeah, artificial defines it well I guess.
Am I the only one thinking like that?
Are you all people part of my dream - better saying "nightmare" instead - in charge of getting me illuded, just to waste me inside?
I feel overrated and unappreciated at the same time. It would be way too philosophical to elaborate it here, but anyway... I just feel like that. Period.
The old sensation of having my time running and me not being able to do anything with it (anything valuable) just make things worse to me. I have forgotten how to take the first step, how to look up and restart my life, clean the mess and move on. Time is all i get now and still I have no energy left to rebuild my dreams or even picture myself happy in the future. What happened to me? Who am I?