Really, there's nothing. I'll never make an impact really. It's highly unlikely that I'll ever do anything, that I'll ever amount to anything. I'm a small spec on the surface of the Earth, an Earth with a population of 7 billion people. In a solar system with eight other planets. All in one arm of a seven(i think) armed galaxy, in an ever-expanding universe.
I'm nothing. Despite my mother trying to convince me otherwise, I really don't matter. At least, that's what the logical part of my brain is telling me, the part that wants to hope, that wants to matter is a different matter.
No, that other part is telling me that I matter. That I am important. That I'm not a disappointment, I am someone to be proud of.
So, I choose to believe in myself, I chose to love myself, every part of me. You should do the same.
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Deep Thoughts: Still True and Meaningful
HumorJust thoughts I have while being alive.
