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testingthis101010
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- Feb 10, 2021
- 20
I have no one to really talk to.
Few years back, I used this youtube channel to just vent my frustration: https://www.youtube.com/@depressioneuthanasie8476
Currently, I am feeling more and more empty and it seems that the older I get the less purpose I see in life.
Saturdays are the cruellest, for it's then, I don't use alcohol to drawn my sorrows.
Writing this is too hard and my pain won't go away. Time can't heal it.
Four years trapped in the echo chamber (youtube) of my own despair - four years that feel like a single, unending breath. So what? Another decade? Two? What is the purpose of it all? Hint: There is none.
I was, just like millions around me, sacrified so that better genes can thrive and natural selection can play its course. It is brutal, unfair, whatever negative word you can find, but it is this way and nature just doesn't care at the end. At the grand scheme of things, I am nothing.
My self perception is giving me the illusion of importance and this is this "importance" that is tricking me into living another useless day.
When will the freedom of oblivion, that same oblivion in which I rested from minus infinity to 1980, finally be mine?
Few years back, I used this youtube channel to just vent my frustration: https://www.youtube.com/@depressioneuthanasie8476
Currently, I am feeling more and more empty and it seems that the older I get the less purpose I see in life.
Saturdays are the cruellest, for it's then, I don't use alcohol to drawn my sorrows.
Writing this is too hard and my pain won't go away. Time can't heal it.
Four years trapped in the echo chamber (youtube) of my own despair - four years that feel like a single, unending breath. So what? Another decade? Two? What is the purpose of it all? Hint: There is none.
I was, just like millions around me, sacrified so that better genes can thrive and natural selection can play its course. It is brutal, unfair, whatever negative word you can find, but it is this way and nature just doesn't care at the end. At the grand scheme of things, I am nothing.
My self perception is giving me the illusion of importance and this is this "importance" that is tricking me into living another useless day.
When will the freedom of oblivion, that same oblivion in which I rested from minus infinity to 1980, finally be mine?