every day of my life i wonder if i'm really living. and if i am, why does it matter.
Yes, and I believe living means something different to everybody. There's living, and then there's being alive.
Yes before i did but now i'm starting to understand it.
yes often, I don't feel like I am living at all. life has been hell for a best part of 15 years and before than about 5 years of real happiness at college and uni and some depression but I moved on, but after 1995 it all went backwards... like 1977-87. hell on earth but for a living in a war... the warzone is here just a different type of war.