february in alaska
wandering aimlessly
- Sep 13, 2023
- 465
I don't know how to deal with this shit. I literally don't. I feel like once you get to a certain stage of depression, or being suicidal, something in your head just breaks and there's no going back without hardcore drugs or drowning yourself in denial. And shit, at this point I would love to drown myself in denial but I feel like I'm too self aware to really do it.
My existence is literally meaningless. I don't matter. Sometimes I genuinely think I was made as an NPC, just some background character going through the motions every single day. Nobody knows who I am, nobody thinks about me when I'm not around, nobody cares about me as a person, not even myself. I am literally nothing. I think existentialism has genuinely broken me. I don't understand anything, it's all just noise and chaos and I feel so fucking alone. My mind is a fucking time bomb
Life feels like some cruel experiment. If God exists, he's a fucking psychopath. I don't believe in any of that shit, but part of me refuses to believe that something as evil and twisted as humanity could just naturally appear. Our species is sick and twisted. We're all fucking evil. So maybe this world is our punishment, and we really are all in hell. Not that I believe in hell, either. All I have left to cling to is the idea that there's something better after life, whether that's a nice afterlife or an eternal sleep or complete nothingness
Death feels like the only inevitable conclusion for existentialism. And if death isn't in a hurry to take me, I'll just have to meet it halfway
My existence is literally meaningless. I don't matter. Sometimes I genuinely think I was made as an NPC, just some background character going through the motions every single day. Nobody knows who I am, nobody thinks about me when I'm not around, nobody cares about me as a person, not even myself. I am literally nothing. I think existentialism has genuinely broken me. I don't understand anything, it's all just noise and chaos and I feel so fucking alone. My mind is a fucking time bomb
Life feels like some cruel experiment. If God exists, he's a fucking psychopath. I don't believe in any of that shit, but part of me refuses to believe that something as evil and twisted as humanity could just naturally appear. Our species is sick and twisted. We're all fucking evil. So maybe this world is our punishment, and we really are all in hell. Not that I believe in hell, either. All I have left to cling to is the idea that there's something better after life, whether that's a nice afterlife or an eternal sleep or complete nothingness
Death feels like the only inevitable conclusion for existentialism. And if death isn't in a hurry to take me, I'll just have to meet it halfway