Shakespeare wrote life is nothing but a stage, but if this is the stage why was I not picked for rehearsals. You see the smiles, you feel the joy but do you ever wonder if this act of pretence is to fill a void , of some form of emptiness within me?
See these letters are not confessions or a cry for help, but they are just expressions of a mind ready to share its progression. 25 years of age, what have I lived through, what do I know right ?
Stop whispering in your heads, I already have enough voices in my head resmencing of past memories ranging from worries of where a meal would come from next, to wishing and hopping that this feeling would never end. "a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something...", sitting on the boarders of my every thought, oops, there it is, from a young age
Hahaha, no need to imagine, I will paint a picture, you sitting, a there it is, you are always reacting, and never acting, this why you are haunted by the thoughts of your past actions, while replying the voices and words trapped in their heads, when they witness. Listening to them speak, saying the words, but you are too tired to listen, because, you are making up for imaginary regrets. I say imaginary but they are actual regrets, and in those moments, sombers hymns of "I am sorry" on repeat.
I see it in your faces, dont be worried, no need for virtuous selfishness, read some Ayn Rand, condensing?, well I dont know, remember, no script,
Did I hurt you, I dont know, and there are those echoes at night as I shut my eyes and look for a dreams relief , hahahahahha
Confused yet ?, well I am and that's how i seem to get by in life. So repressed emotions to repel the need to be trapped in my confusion, I search
