Sometimes while I'm just sitting around doing nothing, the existential dread sets in and I find myself slipping deeper into the darkest depths of depravity. As I stop to think of all that has happened to me, I wonder if any of it has actually had any true meaning: If anything I ever do will actually be able to make even the slightest change in this cruel world. At this point, I can't help but cry realizing that no matter how hard I try, any changes I could have made will happen long after I'm gone, keeping me from seeing the true value I actually held on this earth. And then..... Then I just go to sleep and play games when I wake up.
