Pity

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing with myself.
What am I doing with my life
What am I to do with so much time on my hands

Sometimes I worry about my future.
And feel as if I am not the one living in it

Or I worry about how I act around people
And feel as if I don't want to care about anyone at all.

Sometimes I wonder.
How meaningless all of these are.

And perhaps I feel a little affected by this rubbbish called Life.
For despite what it looks like, there's so far nothing much better than it.