Where did the time go?
What do I have to show for my life?
Is this happiness?
Is this all there is?
Why am I so sad when I have everything?
Will I be remembered?
Why am I lonely when not alone?
Why can I laugh but not smile?
Did I always do the best I could
I regret the demise of "WHY". I found it necessary to start journaling some items that are too sensitive to be done so here. Thanks to all that bothered.