This can usually be found on Twitter.
Life suddenly seems so pointelss, so fleeting, so worthless. Why do we need others to give meaning to our life? Why do we need others to make our lives matter? Is the world simply that jobless and pointless and useless? Every building, every book, every forest, every cell, is it all just a Pretty Little Useless Thingy?
PLUTy, PLUTy, everywhere!
p.s. naah, i'm not depressed ... I'm just bugged. It's one thing to depend on friends when you're depressed or something. It's quite another to depend on them to make your day worth living. :(
This post was posted by Unknown at 2:03 am
