I’m so inconsequential, so unimportant, so small
the world still turns, people still live, no one would care or bat an eye at my disappearance
nothing would change, my presence is so unimportant, I don’t matter
why do I exist, why do I even bother inserting myself in other people’s life if my presence don’t matter, and why do I care, why do I even care
everything is futile











