Questions Left Unsaid...

time spent on living life to fullest. never wanting to give up, despite the horrible things that happen. always trying to be at peace and loving of others. sometimes my life is bothersome, hard to understand. i guess its the frequent issues that cloud my path. music is there, along with games, books, and movies. but what of it??? that stuff is just stuff and will never get past a tornado. i'm hungry, but i hate eating on occasions. my shoulders hurt, so why do i do pushups??? why do i think??? why do i write??? why do i breathe when i have the choice not to??? how come i end up staring at the ceilings of the places i've been??? how come i see faces on the walls and crevices of the places i've been??? not much else to do when your depressed. i haven't been depressed in a while. maybe that's a good thing. i'm not used to it though. it feels threatening, cheap and quick to leave. i like diet coke now...