Thank you.

I think I'm a nice person, but it seems the majority is trying to convince me otherwise.

Really, lets just grow up. Playing with teams and gangs dont get us anywhere.

Arent you tired of hating me? Of trying to find more reasons to hate me? Of persuading people who might actually like me to hate me?

What are trying to prove??

How old are you?

I seem to be past caring.

Caring uses up too much energy, be it a person, a life, a memory or a thing.

Caring uses up too much energy, and energy is something i dont have.

This restlessness, this sense of foreboding towards the future, i can find no reason, i can find no cure.

It seeps through my skin, runs with my blood, breathes as i breathe.

I feel its feeble heartbeat, challenging mine, and I am too weak to resist.

Depression, without cause.

This life is too normal, too plain, no different with the thousands of lives living around me.

I ask questions even though there are no answers.

I am afraid. If i ever stopped, will i be just one in a billion, faceless, meaningless.

Yet even as I seek for something that cannot be found, I am no different, am i not?

When I finally leave, what can I leave behind other than footprints that have been marked by millions before me and will continue to be followed by millions more after me?

Not everything exist for a reason, no matter who thinks otherwise.

So here comes the unanswerable question.

" Why am I here?"