life, a cycle of activities carried out just to fill up the time
before we become dust.
we are concieved, born, taught to live an existance our parents or
government or religion think wat life is to be. is this really all
there is to it? it seems a little, well, meaningless. looking at
the small stack of papers i've accumulated over the years, i wonder
if it was all worth the effort. even with the so called 'BASIC'
paper of wipe ass degree, it is no guarantee of a life
better.
to leave this world is a tempting choice. no more pain, no more
needs, no more worries, no more love. one day, someone will make
this choice and see it thru it.
good bye, don't cry, it's for the
better. rejoice for i have lived.
