To them I am simply an object from the past
that they wish will disappear
Then why do I exist?
Why am I alive?
When thought about this
I could find no answer
But as you live you need a reason
otherwise its the same as being dead
I then came to this conclusion
I exist to kill every human besides myself
Fighting only for yourself
living while only loving yourself
If you think that everybody else
simply exist to allow you to experiense that feeling
nothing is better that that world
for me to kill and continue to feel that joy of thing.
my existense will not vanish...