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Sometimes I really don't understand why I do the things I do. I'm just gonna die anyway. Why do I feel like I need to do things in life so I can accomplish things when in reality, one day, I'll be dead and no one will remember my name or who I was or what my story was? No one will even care. This is so meaningless. Everything. I don't get why I feel obligated to participate in life. Human instinct? When I really sit down and think about all the s**t I've gone through and all the s**t everyone else has gone through, I have to ask myself why we go through ******** up s**t and still keep charging through life like it's the right thing to do. You think you're strong for living.. I think I'd be stronger if I killed myself.. because that's the scariest part of life. No one has any idea of what happens after death...
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~Queen Of Disaster~