I would argue with myself, and say that my existence is necessary, but it wouldnt be worth the time or effort. I really feel like im floating through nothing. I dont quite understand the lack of real people, or the lack of empathy. everyone is so petty, so concerned in the small things. the lack of honestly kills me. I'm literally banging the bane of my existence into a concrete wall every time i wake up and realize im alive...sort of. were all carbon copy, mindless zombies. im no exception. maybe im worse because i know and except it but dont change it. I think i will go crazy very soon, wonder who ill take with me.