Post by Rexian on Sept 5, 2018 6:52:28 GMT -6
"Life, lost all meaning to me. I seem to be alive just to be the laughing stock of every other living being on this fcki fucking planet. Nobody seems to want to stand with me anymore. People may say they care, but they don't. My so called friends, like everyone else, is a facade that will mean nothing to me when I die. What's the point of lving or doing anything if you'll be forgotten one day anyway? Is it all a game? A simulation? Are we really just an ant farm, being observed by beings we could not imagine? When and how will I die? What will I make of myself? Probably nothing... Everybody I know is preparing me to fail in life... Although, through all of this, I do have one shining beacon in my life. I've written to you about her before. You already know about her, how perfect she is and what we want in the future... Maybe, then, she's the reason I have to live. Maybe she's the reason I have to pull through this and find my inner strength. She always tells me how much she believes in me. How she's never felt this way about anyone. She doesn't believe me when I say that I feel stronger, she says it's impossible,- No. I'll stop rambling.."
Reb sighed, closed his journal, and tried to get some sleep.
{This series will follow my online persona's battles with life and trying to discover himself. I'm kind of venting and kind of rping as my persona in a way. Hard to explain. See you in Volume II,
-Reb.}
