Sometimes I wonder what is the point of me living. I am told, "It is because people care about you and people love you and don't want you to go.." Yet every time I hear that, all that there is to say is, "You're wrong..." Everything for me is constant; everlasting. The tears falling down from my eyes; constant. The times I hear the words "I love and care about you.." Are constant.. And the times I have been hurt are constant.
I don't talk much, and yet my mouth tries to run constantly. My whole life might as well be a loop of everything repeating over, and over, and over.. Until it stops. I ask myself what the point of me living is. Then finally, after the struggling and torture I say.. It's because I have a purpose.