So what if he isn't real. 

What if everything was based on a lie.  

What if there’s a cold dark room waiting for us and we're just laying in a fetal position and a blue light is shining on our body and we can’t move or do anything about it. 

Or what if this is our second chance at life because in our first life we did something wrong and in this life were not supposed to make the same mistake and we don't remember anything. It's really unethical when you think about it because if there really was a God why would they let all these bad things happen.

 It’s really selfish isn't it kind of funny how there are multiple Gods and multiple religions but we don’t know which religion is right and we don’t know which religion is wrong.  

It's honestly just mind-boggling because we shouldn't be scared of death but we should embrace it I guess just the fear of knowing that we can have everything taken away from us in a matter of seconds is just scary.

Why can’t we just face the fact that it's gonna happen someday?

Why can’t we just accept the fact that it happens to everybody?

Why can’t we just accept the fact that crying isn’t going to bring them back?

 Why can’t we just accept the fact that crying isn’t really going to help but what can we do? 

Nothing. 

We can absolutely do nothing. 

But live out this dreaded life that we call our own. 

All we really can do is just lie to ourselves and say that we’re happy.

But aren't we just defeating the inevitable that we'll never really know what's waiting for us? 

Do our lives even really mean anything?

If I died right here and right now the world isn’t going to crumble or split in half nothing's going to happen because our lives don't actually matter they don't actually mean anything. 

We just lie to ourselves every day and try to make our lives more memorable.

I envy the dead 

I envy them it isn't fair that they know what their lives really meant it isn't fair that I don't know my life what I’m truly living for. 

It isn't fair that I was brought into this world without my consent this world is unfair.

 This world will undoubtedly always be unfair.

All we do is fall into a cycle a routine and after this message, I’ll go back to mine being a daughter, a sister, a friend, a student, an artist, and I’ll forget I ever typed this.

We all play a role why try to fight it.

-Breauna