What is the point of trying if we're all just going to die anyways?
It's not like it's going to matter when you're just a corpse in the ground or ashes thrown to the wind.
Pardon the negative drain here but death is definitely an imminent sector of life and hitting very close to home for me right now.
Perhaps things will make sense in the morning, but for now I think it may just be easier to keep floating and pretending that every one is peachy and life is peachy and the whole idea of going to university may actually help me when I end up in a peachy job that I won't want to be doing. Turning into a high class escort is certainly something which I feel may be the best thing to ever happen to a person: some twisted form of self-worth or a crazy doodle making you do what you're not actually wanting to do.
Phooooey, I'll go write my amazingly craptastic lab and papers :/
