No meaning...

   The only truth that matters is the truth that can’t be measured. Intentions don’t count, what’s in your heart doesn’t count, caring doesn’t count. But a man’s life can be measured…by how many tears are shed when he dies. But you can’t measure them, because you don’t want to measure them…It doesn’t mean that it’s not real. And even if I’m wrong, I’m still miserable…Do I believe my life’s purpose was to sacrifice myself and get noting in return? No! I believe my life has no purpose…Even the few people that accept me, I dismiss. I take the one decent thing in my life and I taint it, strip it of all meaning…I’m miserable for nothing and I don’t know why I want to live…And the worst part of it is…It means nothing