It has slowly dawned upon me that there is no purpose in our lives. We are insignificant. For so long, I have believed that I am meant to be something. I am meant to be someone. I am meant to do something. The trust is that, in the end, I will not be remembered. The people that die after me will remember me, with loving thoughts and gentle words. They will think of me and smile as they go to sleep, perhaps even pray for my resting soul, but they will lead their lives as though I had never left. In the end, I lived this life for myself. I’ve done what I wanted to do and if I don’t do that, then I lived no life at all. I am more than dead to the world, I never existed. There will be no record of me, whether that be police or in a Hollywood Star. I’m going to go everywhere, do everything that I want to, everything that I can. I’m ready.