We smoke, we vape, we drink whether its weed, alcohol, or anything else that can numb the relentless weight of life. We keep going, pushing ourselves further, until the damage is undeniable. Until our lungs can no longer draw breath, or our livers break down, unable to carry the burden weve placed on them. We push ourselves to the brink, not because we want to, but because its the only way to feel something, even if its just temporary relief from this hollow existence.
We keep on, knowing full well that, eventually, we will fade into nothing. And when that moment comes, when the final breath escapes us or the last drink takes us under, we know no one will notice. No one will care. No one will mourn the loss of someone who was never truly seen, never truly felt, never truly understood. We do it all because, in the end, it feels like the only thing that makes sense to disappear slowly, to fade away, because no ones paying attention anyway.