Conscious.

It makes no sense that, in one moment, you mean the world to someone and, in another, you mean nothing. Life can be so pathetic, meaningless in the beauty of the universe, yet so painful. It's like I never meant anything to anyone because it always fades away. People forget and time passes by, but somehow I remain here (do I?), and that's depressing. I don't think I have a real motive to be sad, but I can't find anything that makes me happy. It's an existential crisis, I guess. I don't know why I exist and I fail to see what good I'm doing in this world. I'm empty, just like everyone else. Except I'm conscious of my emptiness.