Sometimes when I'm all alone, when I have time to think about everything, I realize that I have nothing to offer this world. That the non existance of me wouldn't make as much of an impact as I would like to believe it would. I don't say this as an excuse to commit suicide or something wild and crazy like that. I just mean that if I were to stop calling, stoping seeing, stop speaking to the world, it wouldn't really matter to anyone all that much. No one has time for me and it's not like I ever have time for anyone else. Maybe I should just go away, all alone, start fresh with people I don't know, people I've never talked to. A rebirth of sorts. I know this isn't the miricle to my happiness, but maybe it's the miricle to everyone else's happiness. And maybe, in the end, that is what really matters...
