NO POINT IN LIFE

I can’t imagine myself dying from old age. I’m too stupid – don’t care enough. I’ll get shot oneday. Or shoot myself.

I know myself well. When things get bad I see no point. Even now, when I’m really happy, I know that if things turn bad there won’t be any point in staying alive for it. Nothing matters. Not pain, not happiness in the future, not life, not sadness. Nothing.

‘Cause if I died tomorrow, I wouldn’t be missing out on anything.

Missing out is just a feeling. Therefore it is impossible to miss out on anything if you are dead; unfeeling to the core.

I’m not lucky to be alive. If I was never born I wouldn’t know it, so I wouldn’t be saddened by it.

On the other hand, I’m sure there are religions that would influence me to beleive otherwise if I was a part of them. Some people beleive we are angels before we are put onto Earth; in which case I would know that I was or wasn’t going to be born, and I might have feelings about it. Some people beleive in Heaven and Hell – thus implicating that there is a point to life on Earth and if we went to an afterlife we would still have feelings there – including the feeling of missing out.

This was obviously one of those entries I just felt like writing down random sh*t. Sorry Funny if you were expecting something that wasn’t as messed up as my opinion. My unique, wonderful, self-inspiring, fascinating, dangerous opinion. I love myself. Keep telling myself that anyway. I do.

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