point break

i've trouble sleeping tonight as increadible sadness overwhelms over me. i question the choices i've made in life. the effort i've put in to make things happen. it's giving me a headache, but i still can't sleep.

do people really live to make others happy. is it really rewarding to help the underdog. should people expect appreciation or the gratitude? how does one recognise a wake-up call? does it need to slap you in the face or cause your heart to ache before you decide you've had enough.

is life really worth the pain. it's so much easier to give up and start a new. my uncle once told me, we sleep in the bed we make, no matter what life dishes out. i'm not liking the menu. and with this insomnia i'm not feeling the bed.