a37b66 No.90
I'm genuinely depressed. I live in a dark reality where nothing is real and at face value. Every day, I'm incessantly reading into things to the point where nothing is for the sake of itself anymore; no, everything is demeaned and diminished into the metaphor that "it's all just a pimple on the ass of the universe."
I am without meaning and without challenge. I am born with excellent intuition but caged in a world where that intuition inevitably turns against myself, ruining my basic human desires and empathy, no longer caring about anyone.
There is no challenge for me to overcome and learn from in the end.
I can never be comfortable. Not around people or even animals or in a quiet room. There is always a part of me that demands more, questions that don't matter at all, and answers that do not silence my compulsive dissatisfaction.
Everything is disgusting and my confidence never existed after I became self-aware.
I am no longer curious. I am the epitome of autopilot. I truly expect nothing, but I wish on a daily basis that something would happen.
Can you relate?
df657c No.92
If I weren't mistaken, I could swear that I wrote this myself, OP.