Hi

If you're here, then you must have been browsing blogs.

Because nobody I know knows about this.

No one I love or care for does.

Not that there are many of those anyways.

That's the past.

I cared for the wrong people and they deserted me.

Gone.

I don't know what these blogs are for anyways. 

People with problems who need to scream them? People who want to share their life with the world? People who created them because their friends had them? 

I wouldn't know. I don't browse blogs.

Maybe I should, though.

Maybe people need to have someone listen.

Maybe people need their voice to be heard.

Maybe everyone on this planet needs to talk, when in the reality world all they can do is sit in silence. 

I don't know.

What I do know, is as I write, I feel like someone is listening.

I feel like I'm finally talking. 

Like my lips aren't sealed forever.

And the truth is, I don't talk anymore.

Atleast I don't talk about anything that matters.

My life isn't important.

I don't matter. 

What is the point of life anyway?

Is the point really so people can walk and sleep and eat and live in misery? What is the point to living anyways? Why are people meant to live? Why were we created to live? What is the POINT?

I don't know. Maybe I'm thinking too much. Maybe the whole point of whatever this existence is, is to be miserable. Maybe we're gods puppets. 

But I've never thought of god in a bad way. I don't see why. 

Corruption in this world was created by his creations.

Now I'm just babbling. I'll post later. And if no one reads this, I'll just pretend they did. Because I'm dying. And I need to know someone is listening.