life is feeling livable

im not on a perfect track of life but, the im riding along just alright.

the only worth i put out on the web is my own perspective of my own life. and sometimes i feel that its repetitive to express the (legit) same thing over again. especially to an audience of none lol. but everyone has their own outlet and what they send through it.

life is so melancholic and fleeting. self-destruction, self-loathing, unanswered desires, wasted potential. all i can pick apart from myself is the flaws and scars i try to mask in an attempt of being "normal." the metaphors i compare myself to are nonsensical and mostly pointless.

but, ive yet to give up. maybe the struggling prey thats toyed with in the wild have a point. struggle until the very end. keep going until your last breath. never give up. so i havent and i dont think i will. the sun feels right, the sky is so vast, and the future is always there (unless some giant meteor is gonna hit us). ive yet to quit, its just, im doing a whole lot of complaining. but i think thats justifiable in its own sense.