naught( n)Nonexistence; nothingness.

In being nothing, we must be something. In being something, we must be nothing. Not existing, not being, is better than being, at some points in our lives.

To not exist is to defeat every fear, the shadow onthe wall, the scratching at the door, to not exist is not to fear. When you do not exist, nor does fear, so if you don't fear, can you feel joy? Pain? Sorrow? Longing? Or if you don't exist, are you just gone like a puff of smoke on a breezy autum day?

If you don't feel, is there any reason to go on? If you don't feel, are you human? Emotions are a human weakness, weakness is naught but an excuse, weakness is another reason to fail. Weakness is not premitted. Yet we all experience weakness, for we are human. And by being human, does that mean we can't escape emotions? Does that mean we must be weak? Must we be human?

Just the other day, my sister told me I was becoming quite the radical femminist, I don't even think she knows what a femminist is, yet alone if I am becoming one. Yes, I am critical, yes I am blunt to the point of rudeness, yes I don't believe in many things people think a girl of fifteen should believe. My thoughts lie more in the future, in reasoning, than in boys and make-up. Dare I say I am cynical? Yes I would.