Sometimes we just exist but don’t live. We’re physically alive but emotionally dead…not sure if this is going to make any sense but I remeber feeling this way and that feeling has come back recently.
Why am I here? What is my purpose. . .yeah yeah…you’re going to tell me to put my hand over my heart…and because it’s beating it means I still have a purpose to fulfil. What is that? I remeber I had one….but I don’t feel it anymore.
I often come here to express my thoughts. Blog about what makes me happy. Sad. Or so others can relate yet the last few days putting a post together felt like hard work. . .that’s how I know I’m out of my zone. Blogging. Speaking. Socialising is me! Yet my BBM contacts are at 20 or 30 my friends complain they haven’t seen me in ages and all along iv been oblivious to this
What causes this? Have you ever felt like this?
It’s the saddest most loneliest feeling. Living but not being alive. I forgot just how sad and jaded this feels … I need inspiration.i need motivation. I need challenge. I need new!
It will get better. It has to get better. And yes it starts with your mind set. But like my head is too sore to think and so I will leave it like that.
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