me @ myself: maybe u should try not to depend so much on validation and attention from others because u really let it dictate your mood and it’s so unhealthy
hmmm. i know the usual argument following ‘we’re all going to die anyway’ is that nothing matters so what’s the point of doing anything but it’s because we’re all going to die that we should do everything we can. what is the point of not writing out that poem, even if it just looks like a couple scribbled lines on a crumpled page? what is the point of not talking to that person sat next to you on the bus? what is the point of not reading that book? not taking that chance? if life has no point and nothing will eventually matter then why am i not doing anything? i can do anything i want because one day it won’t matter how embarrassing or weird or scary it all is. everything will become dust and everything will be forgotten, so i will smile at that baby and i will do that public speaking and i will cut my hair in a ridiculous style and i will go walking the streets in a lime green raincoat because why? it doesn’t MATTER