First

I don't really know what truth is. I feel that I can't trust anything that I may think or feel. How is it that anyone can survive without certainty? Does anyone else know what that feels like? How is it that anyone can continue with life not knowing anything but the end? But somehow we are able to do it. 

How lonely does it feel to know that your experience is yours alone? There are people riding their own ships right beside you... But you're the only one who knows everything about you the way you do. 

I'm writing this as a way to figure out who I am. Because I feel that if I don't leave something of mine, even words, behind... I won't be able to say that maybe there is a way for me to live on. To perhaps believe that the way I want to remember myself lives on. 

I will try my best to continue forward, but I can't say how far I'll go.