The First of Many

I'd like to introduce myself. I don't know you, and you won't know me. I'm a radical nihilist and nothing more. We're all on the internet for escape, distraction, ease and comfort. A mental propeller all at our fingertips. A bittersweet relationship from all the good memories confined within virtual conflict and chaos. I'm not here to convince you, I'm not here to sell you, and I'm not here to entertain you. 

I won't be alive for much longer either way, so I'm here to say what I feel. Screaming into a void of occupants almost. I have my own thoughts and feelings that pump through the blood that fills me but that doesn't mean I'm enjoying every second of it. There's memories and feelings that clog my life and this might be able to redirect the fate I'm doomed to.

Reading any of the long rambles I post most likely won't be the best use of your time nor the worst. Basic human empathy and understanding is important to us and our whole society but I don't want it poured on me through a digital field. Nothing about this is normal. Nothing about this will go anywhere. I most likely won't go anywhere. There's no sole purpose for me on the planet and yet my lungs continue to cycle air. And I type on. And the world continues to spin.

Everything in our lives are temporary, there will come a day everything we've ever known becomes forgotten and those we've always loved will be absorbed into Earth. It's important what you do while you're alive.