012107 - my 24th birthday. 24 years of existence in this world. sometimes i wonder what my purpose really is. 'Cause they say each of us has a certain role to play. a certain mission. do i matter? does anybody really care for me? does my whole existense really mean something? one of my classmate posted in her shout out something like this, that if you are still alive, you're mission in this world isn't over yet. sometimes i wonder if that's true - for i realize that breathing is a lot different from living. sometimes i just feel worthless. there is nothing to look forward to. i feel so empty.
heck, what am i talking about here, jeez.. it's just the drink in me.
Cheers, Everybody! for the 24 f****ing years of my life!!
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