Death?

I don't really know what brought this on.

Recently, I have been thinking a lot about impressions. On many occasions I have even caught myself wondering how I would be thought of and remembered when I die. And I keep thinking I won't be remembered and thought of much - that there won't be much to reminisce. Really I try to be a good and nice person. But I end up the way I am anyways. Not quite nice enough, not quite helpful enough, not loving enough, not hard working enough, not ambitious enough, and not caring enough - because obviously I don't care enough to bother.

It is kind of frustrating to think that the world continues to turn no matter what. There is this huge indifference involved that breaks my heart. It makes insignIficance a strong suit of all because there is no stand still.

I am done.