I don't know if I believe in God anymore. Actually, I don't know if I ever did. I don't know if there's some master plan. I don't know if there's actually such a thing as karma. I don't know if things happen for a reason. I don't know if there's someone watching out for us. I don't know if there's a heaven. I don't know if there's a hell. I don't know why any of us or anything at all is here. I don't know if time is just a man made concept. I don't know why we do the things we do. And I don't know where to begin to think about all of this. Because you really can't come up with an actual answer. You can always come to terms with and appreciate things, but you can never have a straight out answer. Maybe that's just how it's supposed to be. I guess I'm somewhat scared that I have all of these hopes and dreams, but I'm never going to get around to them. Yeah, I'm working and saving up for a trip to England, but what happens if I never actually do it? God I'm scared.