What is my place in the world other than being a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend, an unemployed time waster and etc.?
Why do I feel as if I don’t fit into any place? Like a puzzle piece you’re holding in your hand and checking the picture in front of you carefully, yet cannot find an exact location for it?
Why do I just spend my hours, my days, my years in a completely pointless, useless way?
Why don’t I try to figure what can I do, not only for myself but also for others?
Why do I feel so insecure?
Why do I feel incomplete?
Why do I feel as if I have forgotten to do something crucial?
Why do I keep telling people how happy I am even though I am not?
Why do I have so many -brain penetrating- questions without answers while others just seem to enjoy the view?
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