First NEW journal for a while

A couple of weeks ago I said something like ‘If the fun in life is the mystery why are we always trying to figure it out?’
Is it’s a hypocritical question to ask?
I’m asking these questions about life to figure it out.
I make no sense most of the time.
Why don’t people get religion?
I guess I only say that because it makes sense to me.
I hate the way that I just can’t accept my defeat.
I hate the way you don’t realize that I’m not ok.
I hate how you don’t notice I’ve changed.
I hate how often I say hate.
Now lets get off the ‘hate’s for a while.
Why do we want to hold on to who we were in youth when we’ve grown up to be ok?
Why do we miss the stupidity that comes with youth?
Why do we find it fun?
Why will these questions never be answered?
I can answer that one.
Because no one cares about any of this long enough to really let it process.
Not even me.
But don’t take that as a challenge none of that really matters.

Never Satisfied in my thinking
♥/Hate
SuperCassie