I’m supposed to know. It is something so basic. I’m supposed to know and want what I’m supposed to know and want.  I used to want so many and much. My life used to be filled with goals, ambitions and stupid problems. I used to care a great deal about every single thing. I used to dream about becoming someone. 

But I don’t remember how to, anymore. All I need now is to get by, day after day. No matter how much I will myself to want, I can’t. I can’t see past the next day. 

No, wait, there is something I want. I want desperately to know someone who feels the same way. I want desperately for someone on the same boat to tell me, “I understand.” And then I know I can stop this pointless running in this pointless race that I am in, because I know there is someone at the back with me. Someone who is as lost as I am, as hopeless as I am. Someone who can slow down to a stroll with me, while the rest of the world forges on.