I don't know why i think the things i do. For example driving home my mind suddenly goes too what if i die right now? what then? Will my son remember me? Will my life matter? the answer to the latter is no. I feel like a fish in a fish tank aimlessly swimming from side to side.
As i sit here and do yet another breathing treatment because this god forsaken valley cant get a decent snow storm and the scum in the atmosphere has settled over my house successfully making my lungs decompress and ache and literally want to stop working. I wonder mostly in my head just what the hell im doing with my life?
I pretty much have no point to this post..
Ok maybe i do.
I am LOST.