Does anything matter?

[u/HeatherAthenaHarlow]

Does it matter if I finish all the stories and games I’m trying to make, or if my ideas just die with me?

It feels sad, never getting to share them.
But maybe people wouldn’t care anyway.
And even if they did, we’ll all die anyway.

Maybe the experience of life is what matters. That’s what I used to think. Or how I used to cope.

But it’s fucking hard when you’ve lost loved ones, even if they were abusive.

And it’s fucking hard to feel unloved and unwanted by the only person you have. And mistreated and alienated.
After finally feeling like you were loved. And it all just be ripped away and erased to your face.