relating to the piece below

The piece below is just my attempt at writing memoir. I'm always intrigued by my younger self. I always ask myself the same questions: Where did all that innocence go? Where did the life go? Where did my self-love go? Is it gone forever? All I want is to live and feel alivealivealive. I don't want to have to remind myself that I have a responsibility to function as a human-being. But I do it everyday. And it's not just in the darkness or silence. I feel like a decrescendo. I feel like the last living thing on Earth. It's scary sometimes. Because all I want to do is live. But life is so much more complex than just living. Or is it? Maybe I just made it that way. Whatever.

I'm just venting : )