sometimes i feel like life is meaningless.
i mean, everyday is the same routine, everyday doing the same things. things i don't like. just to achieve what? death?
inevitable death.
that makes me wonder... there should be more than this. living just to survive for now but die at the end.
why do we act like we do? why do we worry about all those things that make us anxious and nervous?
nothing really matters, everything we do will be worthless sometimes. So why do we keep living and trying to achieve our goals?
there must be something worth living for. there must be something that keep us going and keep us wanting to be alive.
you just have to find out what that thing is. and when you do. life will have meaning again.
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thoughts;
Randomwriting my thoughts down, randomly, not making any sense at all; just as they are showing up in my head.
