Nonexistence

Who are we, really? Just souls drifting along a previously decided path? Why am I here? What do we matter? None of it's important. It simply is. But that means nothing. Am I even alive. Does the breath in my lungs, the beating of my heart, the blood in my veins make me alive. What does that even mean. What's the point of it all. What are we doing here? Trying to succeed in a rigged game. Pushing forward on a walkway moving backwards. I just don't understand any of it. I pretend I do, but I don't. None of it even matters anymore. We know nothing. Noone knows who their neighbour is, hell, nobody even knows their best friend. We see little. We know nothing. Any lie can be told. What's the point in trusting anyone besides yourself. People kill, destroy, maim, beat, steal, hate vandalize, and all the other works. So why try? We start out alone, in the end we're alone, so who says we aren't alone right now. We are. Fuck it, i'm done. Fuck this. It can all go to hell.
Kay, to all you ignorant people, I'm not suicidal, this is not directed at anyone etc, it's just me questioning the world. I tend to do that. Whatever.