Here, at 12:30 A.M.

Drinking a Coca Cola, being distracted by a tragic death story on t.v., but also staring into my brain, my blood, my heart, myself, thinking, “what the fuck am I doing; what the hell do I truly want” and questioning myself, ” what was the purpose of my birth? What is my destiny and what am I supposed to do?”

I’m getting tired of living and I need answers.