I really don’t understand why I linked this photo here. I suppose that can be a lame attempt at helping to drive the point of this little caption itself. Maybe I just don’t understand everything that’s going on in my life.
Okay, good god, that was lame, but really, it does fit right now. I wake up every day and I just wonder where I’m going, or what even has worth in my life. I’m nothing special. I wake up, I go to school, I come home, and I inebriate myself in hopes of enjoying life more. What’s special about that? So, what, I might be a bit intelligent, what does that matter? I apply myself, work so hard that I lose a sense of being/personality, all so that I can make some money later on in life, so I can drive a better car, or live in a better house? Why would I want all of that, even?
And yet, I sit here and realize that I don’t even know myself yet.
