What if some of us were meant for this? What if it's in the cards to feel this pain? To hate living? To take one's life? To be a nothing? Not everyone can have a speaking role in a play. Not everyone can get their name in the credits. Some must be a supporting case member. A crew member. The boom-mic guy. The coffee runner. What if some of us really aren't meant to be saved? What if some are just unfinished thoughts or incomplete sentences or doodles on a napkin? What if you /are/ one of these people? What if you know you are? If you are simply meant to be used. An example. An experiment. Constants and variables. I've seen nothing in this life of mine to tell me I'm otherwise. I've thought of this theory since I was 10 when I first attempted. The people around me, in an out of my life, the situations in my life have never suggested otherwise. What then? What if I'm right? Wouldn't one still have a purpose in life, even if that purpose were to be a nothing?