So if right now there are 7 billion people on the planet, and on average you probably only know around 300, what happens when one day all of those people are dead along with you. Who will remember them and you. Even if somehow there's a book that has things about you inside, there will be a time when there's no one left to remember the shitty stuff that goes down and even the great stuff. That time that you failed a class won't matter anyone. You could work out how the whole universe was created but when there's no one left, who will tell the story of your life and anything you've ever done. In the end your one out of an ever increasing population. As that one person you could change the world but you can't change it forever...
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Dear Diary
RandomSo I have a lot going through my head every day so i thought I would write them down so I could get them out. If you get any of the same thoughts as me let me know. It would be great to know that there are others out there
