02:01:49 a.m

ever since I was a kid, I’ve had nightly existential crises before bed, just lying there thinking about how we’re nothing but a microscopic blip in a boundless universe, floating on a random rock in space with no real purpose. and how, in the end, we all die, and nothing really matters in the grand scheme of things. everything we stress about, everything we chase it all fades. the people who knew us eventually forget. our names disappear. anyway, good night.