I think it's ironic how, we live our entire lives to pursue that something we treat as everything, but at the end of it all we realise how it's really actually nothing at all. 

It sounds pretty stupid to me. It's just one of those moments, when, you're faced with the truth of everything, and it just slaps you in the face. And stings you so hard, you can't even feel your eyes, can't even feel yourself. You just go numb.

I don't really care, right now. I mean I do, but I think some things are just not worth caring about. Like, for example, the clothes I'm wearing tomorrow. Or if they're trendy. Or maybe what I'm going to eat tomorrow. I don't really care about how many times I fall down or scrape a knee; if I get a new phone; if I get a new house; if I get to go shopping once in a while; if I have too much homework; if I fail math; if I have to take forever to get to school. I don't really care about how many times I get my heart broken, how many friends I have, how good I am.

Because out there, there are people who don't even have clothes. Or a morsel of food. There are people out there without a roof over their heads, who have to stand in the rain when the rain comes.