There is no god...there's no destiny or fate. There's nothing. We're all alone in the world...truly alone. All we have are ourselves. And what happens when you truly despise yourself, when who you are as a person makes yourself sick? You want to die. No one can save you, you're alone. And nothing is worth it. Nothing means anything.Not without that one person you loved...You can stand at the edge of a cliff, and tell yourself you want to jump, you're going to jump.But some part of you is scared...you believe yourself to feel nothing at all, but you're scared. And you think of that person...and you cry. Because no matter how little your life means to you, it once meant so much to them. And the thought of never having another chance to be with them...never having another chance to hold them, to tell you how much you love them...is heartbreaking. It hurts, and you're afraid. And you can't jump. So you turn back, hanging your head, and cry. And you live your life alone. Completely empty, complete meaningless. There's no point to life.But as long as that person keeps breathing...You won't end yours.So there isn't any point to being here.EDIT: Oh geez...I'm sorry if it sounded like I was going to commit suicide or something, that honestly isn't what I'd meant. I should have mentioned that my 'Goodbye' was because I was leaving the site...I thought the last sentence would make that clear, but now that I look at it, it really isn't.I'm very sorry for that...
There is no god...there's no destiny or fate. There's nothing. We're all alone in the world...truly alone. All we have are ourselves. And what happens when you truly despise yourself, when who you are as a person makes yourself sick? You want to die. No one can save you, you're alone. And nothing is worth it. Nothing means anything.Not without that one person you loved...You can stand at the edge of a cliff, and tell yourself you want to jump, you're going to jump.But some part of you is scared...you believe yourself to feel nothing at all, but you're scared. And you think of that person...and you cry. Because no matter how little your life means to you, it once meant so much to them. And the thought of never having another chance to be with them...never having another chance to hold them, to tell you how much you love them...is heartbreaking. It hurts, and you're afraid. And you can't jump. So you turn back, hanging your head, and cry. And you live your life alone. Completely empty, complete meaningless. There's no point to life.But as long as that person keeps breathing...You won't end yours.So there isn't any point to being here.EDIT: Oh geez...I'm sorry if it sounded like I was going to commit suicide or something, that honestly isn't what I'd meant. I should have mentioned that my 'Goodbye' was because I was leaving the site...I thought the last sentence would make that clear, but now that I look at it, it really isn't.I'm very sorry for that...
Edited by King Riku