Sometimes I get to a place in my life and I just think to myself "f*** it" y'know? I just can't handle the stress, the depression, the aggravation anymore. Might as well put a bullet through my head. That's what I think sometimes.
Sometimes I think if all I can do on this world is sit and watch the people I love suffer, what's the point? Why keep going? Why live on? If I can't help them, how can they help me, how does the world even keep on turning, what's the POINT?
But the world keeps turning... and so do I. I keep going.
Sometimes I look at life and just laugh. Not because it's funny. Because sometimes, sometimes that's all I can do. I just sit back and laugh at life. "Screw you, life," I say, "you tried to take me down, but HERE I AM!"
Sometimes I think about all the people in the world that suffer every day, and I can't help but wonder, Why? Why do people suffer, what's the god damn point anyway? There must be a point. But what is it?
Sometimes I narrow my focus, and just think about the people in my life that have problems. The people I know that have trouble convincing themselves that it's even worth getting out of bed in the mornings. And sometimes I'm among those people.
But we're still here. And the world keeps turning.
Sometimes life doesn't make sense. When the people you thought were doing fine, who have great lives, families and friends that love them, a good place in life... when those people just break down and cry. Because they "can't handle it" anymore. And you don't understand, you can't possibly understand, but there they are. And you want to help, that's all you want, to help, but you don't understand, so you can't help, and even if you try to help, you just make them more upset and they scream "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
Sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes it doesn't feel like it's worth it.
But the sun still shines. And we're still here.
And even though that happens sometimes. That's only sometimes. That's not all the time, that's not even HALF the time.
It's just sometimes.
And the rest of the time. MOST of the time.
Everything is fine.
The sun keeps shining.
The world keeps turning.
And we're still here.