Wendy has been having pretty morbid thoughts lately. About death.

It’s scary how it’s so inevitable that nothing you can do can ever change the fact that one day, dear reader, you and me are just going to be a pile of ashes somewhere. One day, no one is going to remember our insignificant existence. The fingers that we see before us now, will be bones. Our heart will stop beating. Our bodies will decay.

Everything that ever happened to us, every thought, every feeling, would fade into oblivion.

Religion. No one can prove that God doesn’t exist; neither can anyone prove that he does. In the event that he exists only in our minds, does this mean that our existence serves no purpose? Are we merely atoms that evolved in such a way that we happened to have self-awareness, or were we really created?

If God does exist, why does he want us to go through this torment of not knowing for sure that there is an afterlife? Are we a joke? Faith. Is this one word really enough of an excuse? I can’t help but feel that if God loved us as his own children (as alleged), He would let us know. I don’t want to ridicule religion, but it just all seems…. so dark.

We seem to be here for a reason. Emotions, nerves, lungs. A conscience. Everything seems to have a purpose, except for our mere existence. We are but a speck in this huge universe.

Does the universe view us the way we view say, bacteria?

Do animals have a purpose in their life? Do they only exist to only be eaten? Is that fair? Are humans too above ourselves thinking that we are the only species that deserve a purpose of living?

Millions of years have passed. Millions of years will pass. The clock is ticking.

There are times when I realise that I don’t really treasure what I have, until I lose it… like my healthy set of gums.

Ulcers. Bah. I can’t even open my mouth now without wincing in pain. Ulcers, ulcers, go away, come again another day. Actually, don’t come again, ever. I love you pink gums. No more ulcers please!

I would post pictures, but spoiling everyone’s appetite is not really part of my agenda. Hur.

Been staying up really late these few weeks. Like up to 6am. Bah x 10. This has to stop! What happened to my 1am resolution? -.-”

Anyway, I tried to adjust the timing a lil by not sleeping at all one night… and the next morning, I walked into a drain. Ha ha.

So now I have a huge gash on my knee… there was like tons of blood. Gotta sleep like coffin-style so I won’t accidentally brush the wound while tossing around. Zzz.

This is a bad week.