I Just... I Just Don't Want to Anymore...


All these words and sounds.  Spinning and twisting into meanings and languages.  But it just doesn't seem to matter.  It all seems so inconsequential; so empty and ridiculous and pointless.  It's the same morning and the same day and the same night as it always is.  The same boredom and the same futility within every day.  Every day the words and the thoughts coagulate and join and fall apart and I just lose myself within myself.  What's the point?  

Without trying to be too philosophical on you, what is the point of any of this? 


Mitosis Mitosis
18-21, M
3 Responses Jul 15, 2008

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time...

But what if almost every connection is superficial and not at all fulfilling?

i think the whole purpose in life is the connection we make with others. how we impact their lives and how we allow them to impact ours. too many of us feel like we are **** or nothing without the romantic connection every yearns for but what about the other million connections we can make that are just as important and fulfilling if we allow them to be.