I had a breakdown last night. If you’re guessing because of Tyler, you’d be right. I knew that things weren’t going to work out, that we wouldn’t be together but in the back of my mind, I guess I had still hoped that it would.
I read for the first time in a while last night, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. It is pretty good, and a quick read. I miss reading, sometimes.
I have just been struggling with the meaning of life, what is the point of it all? To collect as many resources as possible? To create a routine and stick to it? To learn as much information as possible? To travel the world? Why? We will only forget the information, we can’t take things with us, and what’s the point of traveling? Seeing new places? Okay, great.
I’m just struggling I guess. The meaning of life is foggy and I don’t get it.
