Grandfathers in the hospital. Friendships are falling apart. Cheers and happy new years. More and more often i want to just disappear. To many things that i had to hold on to are just slipping through my fingers one by one.
Whats the point of going on?
Seriously.
You think your important.
Your not.
You think you are significant to others.
Your not.
Can everyone go about their daily routines whether your here or not.
Yes they can.
haha Seriously whats the point. Two constants in this world.
Pain.
Death.
Every single person on this planet feels pain whether it be physical, mental, or the worst of them all emotional.
And every single person in this world will one day die.
You know i had a ray of hope and light. But just like all things in my life. Its gone. haha one of the two constants.
Guess i know whats next...
