Did I mention that I really like this font?
We all feel as if we have something to say, a story to tell. It makes me wonder why we, as humans, make such a big ass fuss about it. I mean eventually everything will turn to dirt and you're 50 year biography is blooming flowers and weeds. Maybe that's it, we all just want to make a pretty flower from the decaying matter of our carefully crafted lifestories. I really hope that my book is blooming scarlett carsons.
Did I mention that I'm just a wishful thinker?
I like to change things up every now and then. I hate to think that I'm simply following the same paths as those before me. The sad truth of it is that no matter which path that I take, it will bare the foot prints of someone who tread there before me. Sometimes I wish that I was born when everything in the world we know today was a budding seed so that I could honestly say, "I said this and it is unique."
Maybe we're all just wasting our time.
In the end, there isn't a meaning to life. If you ask me people who spend their whole lives trying to find the answer to it all, aren't wasting their time, but they must not be that bright because the answer is obvious. There isn't one, at least not one in the realms of human understanding. Science doesn't give us a answer, no matter how hard they try because they still can't tell me how to create and kill energy.
I guess I'll wrap this up.
I hope that if you are reading this you don't feel like you wasted your time. If you feel that this was worth while, hey come again! [: **digression** There's something about this smiley: [: that just makes me think of how amazing life is because if you look at it one way, it's smiling. However, if you flip the colon it's a sad face, that simple, that easy. One minute you're smiling and in less than a second your cutting your wrist and commiting suicide. I really love the irony in that.
Until the world ends,
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