I believe there is no escape for me, even in death. I feel like everything is pointless.

But what if I’m wrong, and everything is just pointless to me? Maybe there is hope in believing that I’m wrong, I can dedicate myself to help others without looking for anything in return… after all, I already gave up on myself.

Maybe I won’t give up on others, maybe they have a way out and if I can somehow help them, my life might have meant something.