What’s life
I want to give up.
Go home, close everything and just let time be.
I feel good when I write down something in my journal, when things get overwhelming and a journal is a place of solace. But what do you mean, I open my book to write and I have no strength to write, no words to pour out. Just something heavy that cant be explained.
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I have watched others succeed with bare effort, not excusing their journey but if we all have struggles in life and others make it out, what more difference is there between them and I.
We all wake up, put in the extra time, think of bigger and better ideas to make it beautiful, invest here and there, find purpose and do it right but.
It’s lonelier when your peers win and you can barely afford a day’s worth. Do they speak to God faster than I? Does God have favorites that he chooses and blesses quite often?
Is there anyone that can read this? Does anyone care?
