Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I am doing nothing.
I am nothing.
I do nothing, therefore I am nothing.
There has been no progression…
No thoughts…
No ideas…
No inspiration…
Nothing.
It’s a sad thing when you realize that you’ve done nothing…
Wait,
Is realizing that you’ve done nothing something?
I don’t know.
I know nothing.
You know nothing.
We all know nothing.
Has anyone ever really done nothing?
Or anything, for that matter?
Is our generation just da**ed to nothingness?
Is what I do everyday nothing?
Is my existence nothing?
Is life nothing?
What is something?
I don’t know because…
I am nothing, except I am something…
Me.