I once typed into Google, "Show me something interesting," and came up with nothing.
Feels like I've seen most of what there is to see from life, or at least, versions of things comparable enough to all the things I have not seen. Nothing is fresh or surprising anymore. The bizarre or new quickly becomes just as dull as everything else.
Whether or not I take actual issue with things or not, I'm tired of and irritated with everything: social norms, entertainment, customs, memes, internet culture, behavior, attitudes, human psychology, rules, philosophy, opinions, etc. I think, "How typical. How annoying." On and on it goes. Stupid, pointless patterns repeating.
My own individuality is boring as well. My specific arrangement of traits might be unique, but the traits themselves have already existed billions of times. I'm an amalgamation. Maybe that's why psychology is able to be studied-- humans have patterns. Even this post is mildly annoying to me. It's trite and base.
On top of the emptiness, I'm dogged ceaselessly by dozens of little aggravations, inconveniences, and embarrassments-- the shit that really gets me itching to kill myself, even if they're not technically a big deal. Waking up in the morning has been a horrendous feeling. However, unfortunately, I still have things I feel compelled to get done before I can die in peace.
Feels like I've seen most of what there is to see from life, or at least, versions of things comparable enough to all the things I have not seen. Nothing is fresh or surprising anymore. The bizarre or new quickly becomes just as dull as everything else.
Whether or not I take actual issue with things or not, I'm tired of and irritated with everything: social norms, entertainment, customs, memes, internet culture, behavior, attitudes, human psychology, rules, philosophy, opinions, etc. I think, "How typical. How annoying." On and on it goes. Stupid, pointless patterns repeating.
My own individuality is boring as well. My specific arrangement of traits might be unique, but the traits themselves have already existed billions of times. I'm an amalgamation. Maybe that's why psychology is able to be studied-- humans have patterns. Even this post is mildly annoying to me. It's trite and base.
On top of the emptiness, I'm dogged ceaselessly by dozens of little aggravations, inconveniences, and embarrassments-- the shit that really gets me itching to kill myself, even if they're not technically a big deal. Waking up in the morning has been a horrendous feeling. However, unfortunately, I still have things I feel compelled to get done before I can die in peace.
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