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Why Am I Still Alive?

by xXxWrAtHxXx
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I don’t have any purpose. I am not cared for, or serve any importance. I’m fucked up. I think I’m going to do it.

I’m going to finally finish what I started,

and kill myself.

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candypuffs3000 3/31/2012 - 11:09 pm

Everyone has a purpose in life, even if you don’t think so. If you die too soon you’ll never know what your purpose in life was.

lkl 3/31/2012 - 11:23 pm

you are cared for. i should be the last person to say that but i think like that too until 2 of my best friends who i thought didn’t care, showed me that they did. should i tell you my story?

always_al0ne 4/1/2012 - 12:16 am

with over 7 billion people in the world, i find it difficult to feel important, stand out, or do something unique. for any mild interest i have the competition is too great that i don’t care enough.

fallenangel33 4/1/2012 - 12:25 am

I want you to know, that I understand, my uncle committed suicide, slit his wrists, but regretted it before he bled out. I’m here if you want to talk.

indr 12/2/2014 - 10:07 am

helping others is the best way to find happiness in oneself. Try it

Silhouette 7/14/2020 - 7:43 pm

This is an old ass post, but for anyone else who stumbled in later like myself…

You’re gonna die anyway. Life can suck an entire ass, or worse, but it’s still the only thing you have. So if you wait, you might get a good day or something. And that will be nice. And then you’ll die anyway.

Nihilism isn’t the end; nihilism is the beginning. When you come to terms with how you are, at best, an accident, and there’s no normal, or right, or good, then you are free to do whatever you are able. And then you die. We all die.

I’m not you. I can judge your life, and your decisions, but that’s my problem and not yours. Do what you want. But there’s this shitshow, and then there’s oblivion.

/Nothing/ isn’t a thing you can imagine. “Nothing” isn’t “peace”, it isn’t “quiet”, and it isn’t “the end of struggle”. Nothing is no thing at all. You cannot imagine it. I do not believe there is anything after life, so this is it. And then we die.

So far, as bad as anything has ever felt in my life, that has been enough. I will die, eventually. But I will spend the only thing I have. And then I will die.

Life is an STI that always ends in death. So I ask you: why die today?

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