Did you ever feel completely and utterly alone? Invisible? Irrelevant?
Did you ever just feel like you could fall off the face of the planet and nobody would even notice for days?
Did you ever feel the visceral need for physical contact - to be held by another human being, their touch reminding you for a few moments of your own humanity, your own physical existence?
Did you ever wonder what it's all for, what it is we're all really struggling for day in and day out?
Has your pain ever been so intense that you feel it has consumed you, physically altered you, and you look in the mirror, searching for any trace of what you once believed yourself to be? Have you ever done this only to not recognize the person looking back at you?
Ever wonder how you'd make it through yet another day just like the one before it? If you'd ever be able to pick up the pieces? If it was even worth trying?
Schopenhauer once said, "It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain." I used to find him a tad pessimistic. Now I'm not so sure he doesn't have the right idea.
I honestly don't know why I bother writing at all anymore. Nobody's listening. Nobody hears what I'm saying. Nobody ever seems to care.
