what's the point
whats the point of the world if everything dies? we try to make ourselves happy only to evetually fall and become sad once again. is it for that moment only that we try to achieve that makes us feel alive so that when we get lost in the darkness it we can remember it? but ehy if when u fall u'll be so sad and remembering that happy moment also reminds you of what you don't have. why try to make a difference in the world if everyone says it is going to end anyways, is it just to touch some people and give them hope while they're alive? what about the people after you who might end with the world, is that why books are written, to remember certain people's thoughts and stories? but why should we read them if they mostly talk about worlds unachieved, places unfounded, lands we can only dream of. why do we spend our time looking good when that is not what keeps us alive but the job that pays. why do we bother our time doing anything right when people who do it wrong end up right next to you? why do we bother except for the little things that make us happy, that cheer us up, that we can share with others, but beware those others dont envy you for it. why waste my time writing this, why not just cut my wrists and end it all because no one will care, they'll all cry for a bit and move on less than a week later saying that thats what would be wanted from the deceased, to go on pretending they were a great person who has moved on so they should to right?
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