Sometimes I wonder what life is all about. Why do I live? Yeah I know, I suffer from existential angst. I wish I was Milan Kundera than at least something good would come out of this angst. But alas!
I seriously fail to understand what keeps me hoping? I can safely say every one of my relationship whatever the kind be has been a failure. And my God knows I have loved all the people in my life with all that I have. So what do I look forward to? Even I don’t know.
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