Notes

Most people have a love of life or something, deep down, but this whole time, I've stewed and thought, just to find I really am indifferent to it all. I'm in a group, it's existed for a long, long time, and it just consists of people who share this feeling. These people tend to gravitate towards each other, and people gravitate towards us, but it's still the same group because we all know that we feel this way, and that's why we met in the first place. We lose members, but it's just the nature of that feeling. It happens, people come and go. There was this girl who was pretty young with us for a while, and we always joked about how she was lucky to be in a group full of older guys who couldn't care less she was a younger girl. Isn't that fucked up? That I'm friends with people who also feel this way? People who have gone on massive journeys to reach this conclusion, and others who were just too smart for their own good. The only thing that's notable about her passing on is that sometimes I think she would be pissed that we all really didn't care. It's comical, her face and name faded exactly like she said she wanted. It's fucked, but that's just how it is. What's the point in making this huge legacy when you know how it's going to end? Some people really don't want to go on and fake all of that, but what other options are there?