“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Essentially life is suffering. I haven’t posted much recently because there really hasn’t been much to post. My thoughts are in such turmoil that I couldn’t possibly put them into words. My sister’s DNA results came back about 2 weeks ago. My mom’s boyfriend is not the father but there is still the fact that he is a pedophile and was present in the room while my sister delivered her child. It’s a girl. I hope her childhood is much better than mine or my sister’s had ever been. I can’t really remember at what point my own childhood ended. It’s almost like it never existed and yet I can remember a time when I was so innocent and trusting that I couldn’t possibly reconcile that little girl with the cynic I am today. I’m currently suffering at the moment myself. I caught a cold a few days ago and haven’t gotten rid of it yet. I went to the doctor yesterday and was prescribed some antibiotics that will hopefully help my body fight off this illness. Until then, I am suffering.