The World Around Me

It's an explanation, an expiration, and I'm fucking tired of it. This existence, this feeling of hopelessness amongst the void of my own mind, and maybe my own body. It's not even a maybe, but a definite never ending nothing that encompasses my perception of this world, this space of my own, this self empossed hell-reality that I call life. Shit, maybe that's the point? Maybe this life means something more than I could ever imagine, it's something bigger yet fucking incomprehensibly insignificant. Welcome to the void I suppose, we're all stuck here together.