I don't believe in anything
There is no happiness without money
No love
No higher power to turn to
No reasons to stay alive and wait for the better
There is nothing
Why must I work hard for others and be selfless?
To die tired?
Life is a never ending cycle of nothing that matters
So I sit here and try to think about the good
It all rots away
The bad stays
It always will
The world is a ****** place for those with hope
Let nothing fill up the dreams
That way when you realize you're nothing
You won't be so disappointed

Hmm, where does this book go?
**** it
It's so frustrating
I cant find a genre to put it in
Its so.....What's the word?
Puzzled
It's sad
It's happy
It's angry
Poorly written
No clear conflict
I'm gonna have to throw this somewhere
I can't just leave it out
Okay, well it's not a fantasy
Definitely not a comedy
Tragedy is more like it
This book started out so good
But then it's like all the problems
From the first quarter of the chapters
Just turned into one big one
It makes no sense
I thought that they were resolved
That the protagonist had moved on
Why would the author make such a damaged character?
Nothing ever looks up for him
It's such a sad book now that I think about it
Wonder what kind of person the author was
Wow, not even a picture
Ohh...that's explains alot
Poor guy committed suicide
No wife or kids either
Hard to believe that this even got published
It's an autobiography
I'll do everyone a favor and hide it toward the back
No one wants to waste their time reading it like I did