World War 3

What is World War 3? Is a future event that we're doomed to experience? Is it the relationship between a child and her parents? Is it a relationship between a man and the world he lives in? Or is it the battle between you and yourself?

What am I doing here? I mean, sure, I breathe, sleep, eat, and drink. But what else?

I can't write this paper. This is too close to me. But it's all I've known for the past few years. My own little war with myself. My pain, my battles, my scars. I'm hesitant to share it. But I'm passing it off as a fictional narrative.

Okay.

I'm listening to one of my new favorite songs and at the end, the lyrics so "You never said good-bye. You never said good-bye." And you know, no one ever did. All those people who left my life, they never said goodbye. They never said, "Hey I'm really sorry but..." None of that. No, one day, they were just gone.

Now, all I have a voicemails, notes, birthday cards, and photos from them. It's all I have to remember them by. It does suck.