
I had so much so say, yet so little words to convey.
Sometimes I wonder what on earth am I here for, and the purpose in my existence.
But I got lost along the way, and I can't find my way back any longer.
I've absolutely no clue what's happening. Breaking down is a refuge in itself, it's such a common practice I've lost count.
It's in times like this, i wish you were here.