So sometimes I don’t really get the point of being here. Being alive. What’s the whole point of it all? Why are we here? I don’t get it, and I’m not sure I ever will. It just seems so confusing to me. All of it. Why is some of the stuff we do allowed and proper, while other stuff is frowned upon? Who made up all these crazy rules that we feel like we need to follow them, why do we even follow them? Are we scared of the demons haunting us? What demons even are there? Why do they always choose to pick on us, and latch onto us like leeches and never get off until we’ve gone insane. And when you do, they’ve got a place for you then. They’ll lock you up. They lock you up for showing your emotions. Its crazy. Everything you do, doesn't even matter at the end, because at one point, no one will remember you. At one point, everyone whom you've grown up with will be dead and gone, and so will you. No one will remember the good stuff you've done, or the bad. So why do we care so much about it all? Everything we do we are being judged for it, and put under a label. The world is the most messed up place ever, but somehow in it’s own ever so twisted ways;
it’s the most beautiful place ever existed.