" What is going on here? They call this place "Earth" ..?
What am I ? Why am I? They all seem to be just existing away, but what's this thing all about? Life?
And then , we're just bags of chemicals?
What is the purpose of this? What is their purpose? What ..is..my purpose?
These thoughts make me so confused , do I really have to live?
Is this what it should be ?
Why do I question? Why do i why?
Hello..., can anyone hear me? "
This is what "he" used to question everytime. He never found friends because he thought they were a waste of time.
His thoughts weren't suitable for his age.
16 and lonely and depressed, nobody could understand him.
Felt that this was his only chance to live , they all kept saying YOLO , but how can you live knowing the fact that you're going to die soon.
So he decided to find a purpose....