Passion

Give me something...
Let me find something...
Give me, let me find it!

Give me passion!
Let me find something to be passionate about!

I'm looking for something to light my fire.
And I'm looking for someone to share this fire with...
If I ever find it..

Please...
Help me search!

Let me sleep.

I...
I...
I can't.
I can't and I don't...
I don't want to.
It's a pain.
I'd like to fight it.
I'd really do...
But...
It's like...
It's like I've lost already, before the battle's begun.
I'd...
I'd like to...
I'd like to curl up in bed and...
And never move again...
Why...
Why move?
Nothing is...
Nobody is...
Nothing's waiting.
Nobody's waiting.
So why...
Why...
Why should I fight?
Tell me, why should I fight?


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Where's the point in doing what I'm doing? Where's the sense in life?
I'm loosing the battle and I have no strength... Nothing's left.
I acting with everything I do. Going to work? Only as often as necessary to keep the job.
Sleeping? Somedays not if it can be prevented it. Other days wishing to never wake again.
Meeting with people? Only if required.
My fighting technique at the moment? Keeping up the image.
All there's left to do? Keeping up the facade.
All I ever knew how to do? Keeping up the image.
Keeping up the facade.
What image?
What facade?
What's my image?
What am I doing here?
I want to be somewhere else.
Somewhere far away.
Like the sea.
I'd like to run.
Run away as far as I can and...
I'd like to be there with people who like me.
I don't want to dissapoint my friends.
I don't feel like having friends right now.
I..
I don't feel.
I'm acting. I'm acting on feelings I read about.
I'm reading. Reading too much. Way too much.
I'm dreaming. Dreaming too much. Dreaming my life away.
I'm sleeping. Sleeping too much. Sleeping not enough.
Why do I have to wake up? Am I waking up again?
Please... let me wake up again...
Please, wake me up.

This is fucking hell.