You know, as i sit here and ponder my pety existence in this vast universe. Die a little more as the seconds tick away, that much closer to just death. I start the wonder, would anyone notice if i left? If i kicked the fucking bucket? fuck... people hardly notice that im here to begin with. No incoming calls, no incoming text... i stop texting them i dont exist. I stop calling i dont exist. I sat in my room and waited for the hope that someone out there new i was alive, new i existed... Nothing. I got a call from work telling me i was late the next day. So it makes me think does anyone actually care that i exist? Is there even a reason for me to exist anymore? Fuck Im going. And i thought i could do something with my life, you know i defiantly got ahead of myself. Fuck it anyways no one really cares, no ones really there its just me and this computer and my empty words on deaf ears. it's just me and this computer no one else is there. it's just me and this computer no one else really cares. it's just me and this computer it's just me it's ....