cynicalzombie

Dear world, I am dying. I am too simple a life form to complicate things, bothering the meaning of life, which, by the way, just in case you didn't know, is to live. And so I am dying. Dear world... I asked nothing of you... ever. Yet you stand in front of me, and on your own two feet, begging my questions as if I could possibly have anything left to say to you. What more do you want from me? Dear world... How can you tell me to do everything for myself and then call me a selfish wretch when I actually do? To me, this seems an awful lot like... . Dear world... still, regardless, I love you for all that you are and everything that yo