What is it? I'm going to die someday anyway, so what's the point of using my life to please my selfish future boss? That couldn't possibly make ME feel better. People care about themselves. Everybody does. Even me. I don't like that, though. I'm a hypocrite. Say it.
If you say you care, how could you possibly mean it? I'm just somebody who couldn't possibly have any connection with personally. If I die, it couldn't possibly affect you enough to enlighten. You'll eventually shrug it off.
I'm not saying I'm going to kill myself; I dread that! I just wish there was a way to exclude myself from society and live in a corner. Oh, but somebody's just going to arrest me for not paying my ♥♥♥♥ bills. What choice do I have? I wish I had the guts to end my life, but I'm too scared to. It could end all my troubles, but you don't have to "worry." I'm already seeing a painful future for myself. It's going to be torture, torture, and torture.
I don't know what to do. I'm no longer seeming to find happiness, not even by playing games all day long. Or making that totally... uhm... "fun" level. It just makes me wonder if there's any point in life anymore. Music doesn't seem to catch on anymore either. I don't get it. Right now, all 6000 songs on my iPod feel bland, even though I loved each one before.
Tell me. Is there actually a point in life?















