Isn't there a purpose in everything? Well I don't see it, but that's what I've always been told. "Every life has a meaning and no life is insignificant." It sounds fine on paper, but to apply it.....
This journal, for instance. What difference would it have made in my life if I never wrote it? These words are equally as useless as any others. The sheer brilliance and frightening powers of words, and I can't even convey a message with them.
They scare me, I want you to know that. Whoever you are. Words frighten me. They berate and bewilder, compliment and complain. They do all of this, but can't do anything by themselves. No, they have to be shot first. Out of the gun.
So is it fair or unfair, to waste words? To eliminate and destroy the life of words who will never have a purpose, and may never be read. Is it fair? To kill the time that people work so hard for, with youthful optimisms and love? Would I be taken to court, on account of 184 deaths?
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