Another week. Still no purpose! That’s my life today, this month, this year. I wake up every morning, I go to work, I get back Home, I drink beer.
Another friend will stay at my place for a few days. I have the same feeling like last time. I don’t want him in my House. I want him gone. Mixed emotions!
I asked myself again why. I feel like I’m in this pit of sadness and I can’t get out. Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I’m happy. Maybe I have a purpose. Why?