Life doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a random series of events. Here I’ll prove it by telling you about mine.

One day, I  just felt like nothing was real. I felt like nothing. I felt like no one cared. She’d been gone for over a week, and no one even bothered to even ask me how I was. She never called me.

I went to the beach. I had this thing in my pocket. I couldn’t stop messing with it. I couldn’t stop thinking about those two words.

“It’s over.”

I took the felt box out of my pocket and threw it into the ocean.

All the way home, I thought about  the 9 months we had together. All of our memories poured through my head. I burst into tears. I felt like I had no reason to be alive anymore. No point. No one loved me. No one cared .

I got in my car saw that bridge.

He went missing for two weeks. No one knew where he was. His ex kept calling him more and more worried every time. No answered text messages. No answered calls. She went over to his house. His car was gone. She went to the bridge. They always used to go there.  

She found his car.

Two weeks later the car was gone. Just a sign: R.I.P Jacob Walkerson, 1997-2018.

Life is just like a dream. Nothing is real, and just like a dream, it eventually ends.