I don't know why I'm still here,
I thought it was pointless,
And it is.
I'm still here tho, writing about thoughts.
I shouldn't have thoughts, I don't even exist, no one knows I'm there.
I guess my parent still gave me something after creating me; the will to think.
It may be pointless, but at least when I don't sleep I think.
I slept for 3 days.
Well, I don't know if it's sleeping but everything around me desapear, and there isn't anything besind me.
I am going to write in a different way. Real people probably do it differently anyway, I don't need to feel special. But after all, what do I know about real people?
YOU ARE READING
This Is Pointless
RandomThis wasn't exepted, to say less, yet, it happened. It's not a story. Now it mignt be starting.?
