Purpose
I kinda feel like I’m just in the midst of screwing everything up and nobody really cares , I can’t figure out others—I can’t even figure out myself. Who am I ? Why am I here ? What is my purpose ? And then I realize.. I have no purpose in life but to sit around all day stuck in a daze of unhappiness trying to figure out what went wrong..
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