What is real and what is fake?
To live and to die?
Are these constructs even real?
These are the types of questions I ask myself day and night. Life seems boring, but to give it up, is even worse.
Emotions are fleeting, almost as if I'm not allowed to feel them. To possess them...
Am I broken? Or was I never complete in the first place?
Have I done something to deserve this kind of life. To be forever bored and disconnected, yet still a part of it somehow.
I don't know how much more of this I can take... Will these empty and confusing thoughts be the death of me?
Is it too late to be saved... I may never know in this lifetime or the next...
Pondering this endlessly will get me nowhere, only more confusion and frustration lie ahead should I continue these thoughts.
For now, I will slip on my mask again (permanently) and go join the outside world.