and got so far,
but in the end,
it doesn't even matter.
Sometimes I just feel like life is so... unnecessary.
I have no goals in life. I am starting to lose most of my desire for material possessions. Gimme some good games to play, internet access, and food... hell, I'm happy. ******** everything, ya know? My stuffed animals, my collection of smashed technology (which I actually did throw out a few months ago), my hats, my second belt, my dolls' clothes... what's the point? I don't play with these things anymore, nor do I really see much use for the money I'd make off of selling them.
And... I have no purpose. Really, what is there for me? I'm not depressed, I just see no point to anything. Go to work, get a job, get paid, blah blah blah. So? Why? Big deal.
