i don't think i love life, and neither do i think life it meaningful.
why are we even born into this horrifying world and then die again?
is it because there's not enough souls?
why should we be here?
can't we choose?
i hate this.
life is just part of me. and i'm just part of my life.
and nothing comes the way i want,
yet goes the way others wished.
is this what life is all about?
unfairness, selfishness, hatred and stupidness?
if i knew it was this was my life,
i wish i wasn't born.

rachel ):