What’s the Point of Life? What’s the Point of Anything?
Essentially, nothing really matters, right? I sometimes feel like everything we do in this life is just a distraction from the silence, emptiness and well, nothingness of the void.
Essentially, nothing really matters, right? I sometimes feel like everything we do in this life is just a distraction from the silence, emptiness and well, nothingness of the void.
There is just no room in the closet to grow. The walls made from your own guilt and shame constrict your throat, preventing you to speak, killing you inside with every breath you dare to take.
I can honestly say the writing journal entries saved my life. It has opened the world up for me beyond the constricted walls of my mind.