User blog:Kazou Kiriyama/Really Late/ Early Blog post about nothing in particular but chances are you're still going to read it

Well, I'm here, laying in bed at 5 AM, thinking to myself: what purpose is there in life? To make things better for a species that will one day be gone from existance? To chase after greed and wealth?

I don't want to be like those assholes. I want to chase my dream of a perfect world.

But that won't happen.

There's no fucking way it's possible. The world's too far gone for that.

My second choice would to become an author, but let's face. I'm nowhere near good enough for that, nor do I have the self focus.

It's times like this I feel like when I die, whenever that may be, I'm going to disappear. I'll leave no legacy, no children (unless I end up changing my mind), et cetera.

I just feel like I'm insignificant. I'm one out of 7 billion+ people.

I guess you could say I'm facing a depression with nothing to look forward to see the end the battle.

But there is.

I can always look forward to laughing again, to being happy(almost), to feel the knife enter and exit the victim.

While I may not make a difference, I forgot the point of this blog and it's just making me more depressed.

kthxbai