Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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We are worthless.
We are no better than a murderer.
We are all just people that will mess up and don't deserve to be alive.
So while you wonder why I do things or why I try to get hurt or why I fall in love or why I try to be good at everything or why I'm so prideful think about how we were created. We think we are the center of everything and while you think that the fact still exists that we were created. We aren't anything.
So as I'm here I will strive to try to do what's morally sound and yet still take risks. I don't want to play safe constantly, what is the point of living if we can't have fun?
Oh yeah, there is no point of living.
I know I'm getting upset over nothing but that's just how our minds work, they are so strong that they can create emotions or at least concepts of emotions flowing through our brain. Time isn't even a thing. It was an excuse to explain aging made by the human mind.