Nothing

Every single day,I curse the beginning of a new 24 hour hell of existence.This morning, raindrops fall against my window, the sensation of hearing them is slightly relaxing,but it becomes annoying as soon as you remember that reality is not about hearing raindrops fall against glass,that's what everyone says at least.

"May my life be nothing" is what I pray for the gods every morning after I wake up. It's not about wanting to die,it's about not wanting to be burdened with existence, just living a life of a spectator,or a life that contains nothing but the things I enjoy doing, leave the evolution thing for the people that have been doing it already. Humanity isn't kind enough to care about loosing one of its members. I see nothing, I feel nothing, and with that I know the gods are ignoring me,as usual.