Why I even exist. Why I even bother. Why I even care. Why I even continue. Why I even try. Sometimes, I really do wonder.
Truly, I wish it was amazing. Yet, it was not. It was not joyous or merry. It was an adventure I wish I could undo. I wish you had been there. Perhaps I would not have felt so... alone.
I have no motivation. None. None. None.
How do I make you see That you are all to me?