conclusion

You can’t win.

What’s the purpose of being here?

Why do I bother bettering myself,

When I know I’m inevitably going to end up in a casket?

What’s the purpose of working endlessly for my SATs, then in my college, then working until I can pay off my mortgage, just so I can die?

We’re all puppets, and we always have been.

There’s no meaning here, not even happiness, and definitely not even to feel alive.

I don’t think I was meant for this.

I don’t think it’ll be even worth it.

I’m scared of growing old.

I’m scared of having a kid, knowing I might turn into my own parents.

I’m more comfortable with resting my eyes and leaving silently.

If I was given the opportunity right now, I would take it without hesitation.

My mind still contains a slight bit of positivity and hope,

but I’m still clouded and killed by everything that surrounds me.

I want to change, and I want to become the person that I see

But I realize that in the endgame, everything will remain the same.

I’m no longer going to be the person that I am right now.

Please perceive me differently.