Monday, May 16, 2016

Short Story

12 cups of coffee should do it. I am so tired and I’ve lost the will to do anything. I can’t let depression get me again but I am a realist. I’ve lost myself again. What was my purpose in life? What pushes people to continue to live? Love and hope. The two things that realists know are extremely impossible to hold. Where do these come from?
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