Originally, this post was going to be about how I've come to realise that once I've discovered a 'purpose' to live with, it's hard to live without one.
But as I continued on with it, I realised I started listing the negative things about living a life without meaning, and I couldn't carry on, cause hey, who likes negativity right?
Anyways, life has actually been quite good on my part.
Well at least what most people would consider good.
But here I am, doubting the 'goodness' of it...
