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.