Mind Bottling, Isn't It?

The other day I was high as fuck with my friend and he asked me "What is the meaning of life" We laughed at how stereotypical we were being (because stoners ask weird questions when high) (I'm not a stoner tho) (Love em tho lol) Anyways. Tonight I was laying in bed asking myself what the meaning of my life was and then I realized the answer.  The meaning of life is up to me and only me . Everyone has a different soul, mind and body. Therefore there is no such thing as the " meaning of life " because each and everyone lives and breaths in a different life. For some mothers the meaning of their life is their children. That kind of meaning is permanent. I've realized the meaning of most people's lives are actually other people . Weird right? I swear that I've wanted to pack my bags and just leave home because I was so stressed out. But I didn't only because I knew my mom and sisters needed me. They kept me here and only them. I now know ...

I think that I've fallen in love so many fucking times that I'm like an expert at getting someone that I want. But then again even if i do get who I want it seems to never work out. Why is it that some of the more "experienced" people end up being the ones that are the loneliest. What has changed in us from when we first started learning to now being an expert? It seems like when we start off with a clean slate we don't have a single clue about love physically and emotionally. It really depends on the situation for most people though. But me personally when I knew less it seemed like the relationship(s) I were in were better but ended worst. More loving more interesting and less arguing hurt and tears. I keep wondering what the hell has changed? Am I secretly the reason why my relationships don't work out? Have I grown bored and out of interest of love all together? It seems like the chase was more fun that the actual catch. I had so much to learn and exp...

I'm so hungry I'd suck a dick for some tacos and spaghetti rn.