Idk why anything matters…I thought I’d just write this in my journal - where everything’s like this and nothing gets better ever but maybe writing it out here could help somehow? I doubt I’ll feel any better…nothing seems to make any of it better.

I just keep thinking that nothing any of us does matters ‘cause we’re all gonna be dead at the end - and some of us are dead already, which just makes it worse - but at the same time I can’t help but think something has to be done.

I don’t know what the point of this - this post, this life, whatever - is, don’t think there is one. Not sure why I wrote this.

Does anyone feel this too?