Nothing matters

I don't really care about anything.  
Every day is the same dreary mess.
I go places, do things and meet people.  
It's all pretty pointless and unnecessary.
Why is it better than doing nothing?
Suppose it makes the emptiness bearable.
Still I know it only postpones the inevitable.
A day that slowly but steadily approaches.  
The day when I will face up to it all.  
It's the day that I die.