I found out life has no meaning and what we learn as a kid is all just someone else’s idea of life.
So are we forced to pick our ideas, or can we make them up our self.
(Think to your self) What is your true meaning? Working? Getting married and having kids? Fucking? Getting drunk and high all the time? Friends? Music? Movies? Sports? Art? God? Jesus? Politics? Religion? Attention?
We all have different meanings in life, but who will share your meaning with you or at least live with your meaning. How many will we pick, and what is the right way? If there is a right way to live.
Yours truly with bad grammar and maybe spelling, giving probably one more depressing thought leaked into the world. It’s only depressing if you don’t have a meaning.
I love all things, but I fuckin hate more then all.
It’s hard to show how much stuff I truly know.
It’s hard to get reputation when you’re all about the drugs.
It’s hard to be nice, when so many say your nothing.
It’s hard to not want to do drugs, when it feels as it the only thing that understands you.
Oh one day I’ll die, and may never be noticed.
But in a different reality, I may be something I never noticed.
Just remember their are at least two different realities for each person.
At least I know I got something I can run with and grow.
If you read this, I know you didnt understand it.
But for every great writer there is a piece of shit inside controlling the thoughts.
Because who says you need to understand everything?