I guess I go around like I’ve got something to prove, but I really don’t know what I have to prove.
It’s either that or I just can’t find any meaning in life.
It’s not that I feel emotional or anything, I just look at it like that, I’m sick of people telling me there’s a heaven to go to when I die, or that we’ll turn into phantoms, I’m sick of it, because the way I see it, it’s their pitiful excuse for their sorry little meaningless lives.
My excuse for my own sorry meaningless life?
Don’t have one, don’t really care. I’ve started dying the day I was born, just like you, I’m trying to find my own reason to life, just like you, you and I are worthless, pathetic people with nothing special to offer the world but decomposition.
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