I feel like shit , I  some times have existential crisis, I feel abandoned in a billion population, but I sometimes enjoy loneliness , when I tried to write few reasons to live "I didn't find one" now I am at edge of a breakdown , so many thoughts randomly colliding like an atom in a gas ******
reason to live is like liquid. have you ever seen a big bowl of liquid, and tried to see how many liquid you can pick up? i know i have