The Jig is up.

I've been a little off recently. I've been going around, searching for answers. I've been feeling like there is nothing. I've been talking to some friends, co-workers, people I barely know, and others I respect. Just trying to find something, I'm not even sure wtf I was doing, so fuck it.

The thing is, any time I went out and learned, I kept thinking I didn't know what was wrong. Really, I still don't want to admit it, mainly because it still hurts, and I'll be all bitter about it.

But knowing all of that, I can see that it's sitting on a foundation. A foundation of need. My deep need for being. It's kind of the essence of "A life without purpose is not a life worth living". But, at the same time, why can't we just live?

Fuck it, I want a fast car.