Mazes of the Mind

I don't know why I bother doing most of the things I do. There's only one thing I really want in life right now, and I can't have it. Or more precisely, him. At least... not now. He lives halfway across the country. And even though he says we're together, I don't know if I'll really ever be seeing him again in such a sense.

Everything else... I don't see the point. It gets me nothing. It doesn't get me him.

Life... life is not really life at all. We breathe and function but we do not live.

I'm lost. There is one point of light on the horizon, but I cannot reach it. And that light is he. So why bother?

Why bother...