Purpose

I'm not sure what mine is. I have all these ideas and thoughts that I think others would like to hear, but is that just the narcissism of my generation infecting me? Am I special or just a culmination of years of abuse and hope for something greater?

I always wished my parents would send me away somewhere, it's not like the liked having me around anyway. To go somewhere new, experience new places and people, to figure out what I wanted from life. But they didn't and I never got any of those things. I remain in the place I was born, trapped and broken, never to realize any potential I may have had.

I have no purpose maybe. Like everything else in this world, I'm just floating along waiting to be completely pulverized and returned to the universe.