Only pathetic words here, that's all I ever use tumblr for..
Life is pointless. We all know this but why do we keep going on? Because there's nothing else to do? Or are we afraid to discover some sick truth about our existence? Or is this just the answer, our life's are pointless and we're just too afraid to admit it. At the end we all die, fact. Everything we ever worked for is gone, any 'happiness' we worked our arses off for, is gone. Money, gone. Friends and family, gone. Memory, if it hasn't already faded us is gone too. So why put off the inevitable right? I seem to be asking this more frequently, i think and more so in the 24 hours. Not much holds me to this world, and I think the last reason to stay has evaded me, if only I wasn't a pussy. If only I wasn't this pathetic a person. Maybe I won't come home tonight... Maybe existing could just fade away.
