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9:14am
Life happens around me – all around me – seemingly happening to everyone, to everybody but me, standing on the margins of the world’s more pleasant side.
Life happens all around me; it just hasn’t found me yet, I suppose it’s a certain self-enclosure.
He tells me daily that I’ve got myself to blame.
Life just happens all around me. I, who loved life so dearly, who could be immersed daily in life’s never ending festivities and sometimes questionable temptations. I, who simply loved to live… And I’m just wallowing in self-pity now.
Another fine drifter told me to live in the face of life’s adversities. To live despite all odds. To enjoy myself despite how heavy these obligations and responsibilities are…
And I just looked at her, with the most dumb and hopeless look on my face: “How could I allow myself to be so selfish?”
And eventually, you end up feeling robbed of something irreplaceable, something wonderful.
Life happens all around me, and what I’m left with is this nothingness that weighs a ton…