Life is overrated

I mean… think about the whole huge universe. Do you really think you’re somehow special or needed? 50 or so years from now and nobody will ever know you existed. Don’t wanna let anybody down, but you’re not important at all. All your pain, loneliness, failures, all you been through don’t mean anything to anybody but yourself. A guy called John Smith killed himself in 1965. Who fucking cares? I’m pretty sure the world got over it by now. As for me, the only thing that still keeps me alive is my cowardice. The meaning of life is bullshit.