Infinite nothingness before I existed, infinite nothingness after I am gone. No pain or doubts before or after, ever.

My only impact, the good I do right NOW. What does it matter how I do it? What does it matter how it feels??

It would be SELFISH to care. It would be SELFISH to stop.

Why can I not seem to tear a chunk of pleasure from this moment without also filling my mouth with bitterness??

Writing these words down does not help. They are worse than nothing. Even though they are true they are all lies.

-A crumpled piece of paper partly burned in garbage bin