The thing that kept this space alive

Was the very fact that there *were* readers.
Real people reading it.
And when the bridge fell apart, it seems like everything went with it.
Everywhere else was silent.
As if the end of a war has finally arrived.
Saddening...at least to me.

I have since lost the motivation to write.
What more the inspiration to write anything at all.
What does life mean to you when everything you had, could be gone in a blink of an eye?
What does life mean to you when you think you know something so well, turned out to be the one thing you knew the least?
What does life mean to you when you thought you weren't alone, but too blind to realise it before it was too late?

Life is full of irony.
Full of shitholes.
For the optimists, there's always a bright side.
For the pessimists, FUCK THIS SHIT I HATE YOU YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!

Oh wait, or is that emo kid? Hmm, whatever.
Yea, I tengah ber-emo, so pppbbttttttt!!