So I am thinking that our own existence is based off of our own experiences. Me personally I have had some horrid experiences. Take my latest for example. You start talking to a guy, you have every possible thing in common......or so you think, and you find out he is a liar. It makes me wonder if life is what you make it or is life just a big freakin' joke? What is the purpose of life? Do we wander around until we die and become worm food or do we go onto a higher plain where we find inner peace? I for one do not want to wander until it is my time. Some people do not realize what affect they can have on other people, Simple lies can turn into another persons demise.
