8:26 PM +10
i have done nothing of value with my life and if i was to cease to be i would be briefly mourned by a small handful of people and that would be it.
it’s a startling realisation to realise that up the sum total of my shitty life is so insignificant and all that time spent working on something that says I Was Here And My Voice Mattered doesn’t actually mean anything. what have i got to show for my life? a book of tear sheets and a funny facebook header. that’s it.
this isn’t the depression speaking or a voice in the wilderness or anything, it’s just a really shitty thing that occurred to me while i was putting together an ikea bookcase :v