At night I am consumed by thoughts of the pointlessness of living. We wake up, go about our day, and go back to sleep. In the end we die and time washes away slowly, or quickly in some cases, everything we ever did. Eventually, nothing will ever know we existed. So, logically if we never lived nothing would be different in the long run. In the grand scheme of time, our existence and influence is a d** smaller than a quark. For some reason, people think we should live and any attempt to stop living voluntarily leads one to be locked away in an institution. The mere thought of mentioning a plan to stop living, as a proper plan is needed to ensure success, will probably lead to being locked away. Its a pity really because I want nothing more than to be dead.
