What is the Point?

It just suddenly hit me that none of this really matters. When all is said and done, everything turns to shit. I normally would apologize for my pessimism, but I won't. Everything is not going to be okay. Ever. So what's the use in even trying anymore? What's the use in putting my feelings out there, when no one will care? I just don't understand. What is the point of all of this? None if this is real. Everything is made up in our minds. All these petty obsessions and worthless little headfuck things. In the end, all of this will turn to ruin. All of this will be gone, and so will we.

So, why do we care? Well, as humans, we tend to cling to life as a means of security. It provides us with the best promise of remaining in our current state: living. However, few people ever take the time to analyze life. They are afraid of the knowledge of something beyond their control. Have you ever asked yourself, "Why am I here?" It's fairly simple. You live, and then you die. Yet it is constantly made more and more complicated every day you continue to wake up. I mean, this doesn't even have to do with body image issues or anything like that. This is just in general. This life is so much more than you and I are.

I'm just tired. I've lived 16 years in this state, and now I would just like to die in peace. I'm done.

"There's no reason. There's no lesson. No time like the present. What have we got to lose?"