It's my fear, of failure and of pain. The unrealistic hope that things can be different, that I can be different. When deep down I think I know who I am. Is this pathetic indecision, between trying to change (but not really), and trying to accept who I think I really am ( this lack of resolve);
And to me all of those things are weaknesses.
My existence has no porpouse, no meaning, nothing that makes all this suffering worth it.
The only destiny for myself is the one of lonelyness, to exist as little as possible.
I don´t care which one is it, just choose! I tell myself, yet whenever I try to make that choice, my determination fizzles within hours. And I am back to inertia.
If there is a word to define me inertia is it.
And to me all of those things are weaknesses.
My existence has no porpouse, no meaning, nothing that makes all this suffering worth it.
The only destiny for myself is the one of lonelyness, to exist as little as possible.
I don´t care which one is it, just choose! I tell myself, yet whenever I try to make that choice, my determination fizzles within hours. And I am back to inertia.
If there is a word to define me inertia is it.
