Mumble Jumble
You know, I've been doing some thinking. Now that I look at it, my life means jack shit. No really it does. I mean in the grand scheme of things on this planet. Look at the history of this planet, what the hell do I have to offer? Nothing. It just always comes back to the whole "life is meaningless and death is inevitable" thing. But does it have to be so dramatic like that? Sure my life means something to the people who come in and out of my life and it means something to me, but if you are looking in terms of the point of the whole world, my life is worthless. But I'm a happy soul. I don't know why I think about things like that but I do. Oh well.