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?