what’s the point. that’s the thought that constantly looms around my head, the question of my life. without a goal or something to move forward to there is no drive, everyday merges together, the happiness I get through going to a gig or hanging out with a friend is a brief and fleeting moment, it doesn’t provide enough validation to sustain any long term happiness. Just seems like I’m living day by day, but for what? why move forward? the monotony of life is such a drag where anything I find joy in is eventually trampled by thoughts of loneliness or self loathing. I’ve fallen into a cycle of self deprication that is hard to break out of, I can’t find anytime to work on myself because I lack the energy to care. I just repeat moments where I’ve been stupid and ruined things for myself by not thinking straight, it’s like I want someone to blame but I only blame myself?
