Would it have made a difference if I died when I was 17?
Everyday we hope that our lives have meaning. We hope it matters that we are here and doing what we do. I look back on all these years and wonder- Did it matter? Did anything really need to happen? The only thing I can think of is my pets. Not sure where they'd be. Maybe dead. I value their lives. I know they need me.
I have barely blogged in years and this is all that was stored up. One paragraph. I'm becoming more useless and less interesting each day. Just swipe, fuck, refresh and repeat.
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