Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.

You may have somebody by your side but in reality, everyone dies alone.

A garbage bag is just as good a home to a dead man.

In the grand scheme of things,dust is no less significant than you.

You are 999,999 in a million.

Your name will be place on a tombstone then quickly forgotten.

Your words have no weight in the world.

Society does not include you.

The problem is not the rest of the world, the problem is; you.

All until now, these have been the many previous profiles of myself.