I don't know why I'm writing this. There's no point really, is there? No-one's going to read it.
I think I might just stop caring anymore. Stop thinking that I might make a difference to anything or anyone. Because I'm going to end up being nothing,Actually, being nothing might be quite fun.
I've thought of what it would be like to be nothing, what it would be like to not exist anymore. After some thought, I realized that it's impossible to imagine such a thing; as long as it is being imagined or thought of, it's impossible to know what being nothing is like. How can something that seems so simple be so complicated in my eyes? That's just the way of things, I suppose.
I read Krysho's comment, and my brain popped.
Nothing? Why are you so certain that you will become nothing?
Yay! Our first seemingly depressed blogger (to my knowledge)! Don't forget to document each step towards suicide here in this blog!
Okay… if you took those last two sentences seriously… don't do it! For God's sake, don't do it! And besides… you would have to be pretty stupid to commit suicide based on the words of someone you've never met in real life. If you want to be someone, you've got to become someone!Hmm… I really feel weird typing all that inspirational stuff. Ah well. Hmm… if my attention span was longer, I'd type some more stuff.