Don't know. I just don't know. I know nothing. Not even what or who I am. And maybe it'll stay this way. And that's what is so scary. Like I don't know if tomorrow will come or if the time will just stop moving forward.
The problem is that I don't try to make my time that I still have left the best I ever had. I don't know why. It's just like that. Just being here. Here with nothing and everything at all.
What's the next month gonna be like? The next week? The next day? The next hour? Next minute? Next second? I don't know.
I could move forward but I also could just die. Would it make a difference? If I die? The time would still go on and over short or long everybody would've forgotten me.
Would it really be so bad if I just died? Like would it make a difference? I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know.