And that’s all there is,
Nothing.
There are days where I talk to myself in front of a mirror, I ask it so many questions but mostly remind it that she is worth nothing more that someone living a life that was always bound to end. I remind her that she is someone with dreams and things that she wants to achieve but then add, so is everybody else. She is nothing special. She is nothing more than someone who will try her best but still end up as someone not worth remembering. She is not worth it. She is nothing more. She is nothing. Her choices don’t matter, her very existence doesn’t matter. Even if she chooses differently, she is not someone worth looking at nor someone would make your head turn just to see her for the second time. She is just another bystander from a movie she doesn’t know she’s in. She is someone from the sidelines, the one that isn’t crucial to the story. She’s not different, She’s just another face that you’ll pass by in a crowded street. You’ll forget her in a matter of seconds. What she wants isn’t important because the world made her to be that way, someone who isn’t going to make change, the world decided that way, the world demanded it.
And that’s all there is,
Nothing.