As I write these scattered pieces of meaningless, and incoherent words, I ask myself one question: why?
Why do I need to make myself suffer so much? Why, despite everything I have been through, do I have that nagging feeling of needing to prove something to someone?
The strange thing is, I don't know who that 'someone' is.
Is it to myself? To the world? Or to a part of me that is no longer here?
I have been through a lot during my short stay on this planet, and I have seen my fair share of its beauty, ugliness, and everything in between.
Finally, I ask myself one last question…
Why?