Evening found, 

What if everything that we do in our life is just false. Can all of these things in our life really exist. I mean, happiness, love, compassion, mercy, hate, worry, alone, etc. They're emotions or feelings. But we determine the way we chose to express all of them. But what if we were wrong. What if it were all just in our imagination. Do we really exist. Are these things real. Are we real. I don't know. I don't know anything. Sometimes I feel like I know the world. Other times I feel like a little spec on a grain of sand. Emotionless, helpless, no sense of direction. I have no idea where I'm going in life, what I'm going to do, where I'm going to be. Sometimes I worry. What if. But at the same time I open my eyes to find what is and what could be. It's difficult when you can't see what's coming until it hits you smack right in between your two eyes. I want to be able to live without worry, without regrets, without anything. But I can't and I know I never will. Because sadly, that's part of life, but thankfully, that's part of the journey. Time to stop feeling so isolated and misunderstood. You're not the only one out there, everyone else is a little lost too. We all are. That's what brings us together; the hope that someone may find us or help us to find ourselves. Sleep tight tonight.
much love.

xx. julie