You fail to realize that you are not fit to live the life you inhabit, you love but do not show it, you help others yet you let yourself die inside more and more each day, you wish for the best yet expect the worst, you try to end it all yet you do not have the heart, then why do you strive so hard to make the lives of others better when your own is a broken and shattered memory of the man you once were?
What the fuck is the point of life people? I mean seriously does no one know? well i know its to drive you to the point of wanting to blow your fucking brains out onto a wall and paint a motherfucking picture with it thats what the point of life is, but then suddenly (uh-oh! curveball!!) you care too damn much about everyone else to do it, haha WOOO! way to go life!