I need something of substance; in an infinite number of ways.

-School
-Relationships
-Friends
-Work
-conversations
-Homework
-Books
-Sleep
-Consciousness
-Wisdom
-Talent
-Love
-Mindfullness

All laking.
I call myself an existentialist, yet how can I have a philosophy of life when I am but a walking corpse?

"Life is vapid." Me, feel free to quote.