kokoro.

I don't have anything to say. There's no point talking about anything because nothing has changed. It's the same since the start, all these epiphanies and revelations have equated to nothing. I haven't changed anything, haven't changed myself, any one else, my surroundings or my situation. I've tried to do so much but have nothing to show for it, nothing has changed and I've made no difference and along with the identity crisis, there is now lack of purpose because I have repeatedly failed at what I have aspired to do. It isn't a single failure but a group of failures made over and over and over again. Each time, a different method, a different approach, a different path, a reoccurring result.