Venting My whole life will end in suicide. Nothing I did will have any meaning.

[Crematoryy]

Why did I live only to die? What was the point of this misfortune? Everything will be as if I never existed; as if my suffering didn't matter; as if my memory were forgotten; as if my needs were hidden; as if there were no difference at all. Because I was born by cosmic accident, without any predilection. What I am or am not is irrelevant. Whether I love or feel alone, whether I live or die, it makes no distinction. Life is vain, and I am unnecessary, and the world is aseptic to me.

 

[LigottiIsRight]

Yup, we're all unnecessary in the first place, but some of us get much less fun than others

 

[notreallybored]

ב''ה, I hate to say I've seen it happen, but I've seen it happen, where even the funeral is a religious obligation everyone seems glad to have gotten out of and, let's say 99% of the 'noble' effort in life was useless, forgotten, and only noble by imagined societal mores that kind of simultaneously ceased to exist and, because USA, quite a lot of that effort and loyalty was put into tearing down anyway.

It's awful and thus I can't fault anyone succeeding at getting off the ride.