We all end up in the same place. Dead. Nothing. Gone. All of us will one day cease to exist, so why do we even try to do anything? What’s the purpose of life? Life is just a thing that we do but once it’s done, its just done and over. Why did we do it? When I’m dead it wont matter if i was pretty or if i had lots of friends or if i finished high school or if i lived happily. All of us will one day be but a mere corpse. In one hundred years, nobody will remember you. Your life will not ever flicker across the mind of the living. Your existence will mean nothing to anyone. So tell me, what was the point? Why did you suffer through this curse we call  life? When nobody knows your name, will it matter if you lived a long life of eighty five years as opposed to a life severed short at only sixteen years? No. It won’t make a difference to anyone or anything. When you die, the world will go on. People will cry, but then they will eventually forget. They will die too, and they as well will be forgotten. Soon enough, nobody will even know you existed. One hundred years later and your existence has no impact on anyone. You made no difference in this awful world. As much as you’d like to think you’ve had your impact, you really didn’t. Admit it. Fast forward one thousand years. Would anything be any different had you never been born? No. People fail to understand how insignificant they really are. Your life is not important. You are among one of countless other pathetic lives. A person will devote their entire life to something completely worthless. But, really think about it. Everything is worthless. You are worthless. I am worthless. We are all the same. Look at yourself in the mirror and try to convince yourself that you are different from every other body walking this earth. You are made of bones and flesh and blood just like every other human. You are not special. We all live and we all die. And that’s all there really is to it. 

ronaldreagay:

started from the bottom and i’ve managed to get worse