For some reason, I really don't care. Everything that goes on in my life doesn't appeal to me at all. I feel like theres no worth of anything in anything. Everything is just a show for something simpler, but bigger underneath. I am so curious about the world we don't know about yet that I completely ignore what's going on right now. Right now I'm in school at the library during a study hall, writing. While doing this I am pondering over how do we feel our feelings? Are our feelings felt by ourselves? Or at least what we call 'ourselves'. I just need answers, answers to everything. Answers to questions that haven't even been asked yet. Bring wisdom to the ignorance that hasn't gotten a chance to be ignorant yet. There is no meaning for me for life, life itself can never have a meaning because life can never be directly defined.