My story

Hi everyone,i’d like to share my story with you people who are by good chance going to understand it. I’m italian, i’m 20, i’m studying medicine and i’ve got pretty much everything that can be asked to life, i’ve got friends, i’ve got a path to follow, i’ve got loving parents,i’m smart and stuff..  i’ve got no real problem, i’ve got no big issues, i’ve got nothing, i’m just like the average guy,and i feel sorry for the many of you who actually have something to complain about,something hard, but it’s been already two years since i started asking myself what the meaning was..you know the feeling? You wake up, you go to lessons, you work,you do whatever you’re supposed to do, and in the evening you’re still asking yourself what you’re waiting for.. because you must be waiting for something else,this can’t be the fucking everything,this is just a joke,and not even a good one.. the void..

Leopardi,Pavese,Schopenhauer, these were some of the guys who felt the same, and wrote about it, so it’s not like some kind of sickness or distortion of reality, it’s really a point of view, a belief.. and at times i’m becoming so sick of life,of the lack of meaning, of the absurdity of being here for a hundred years and then disappear completely for the eternity, … you know,tomorrow i’ve got a test. a biology test. i couldn’t give a fuck less. Louis CK (if you’re american,i suppose you’ll know him) said one time: we’re just dead people who didn’t die yet. And though it was supposed to be funny, that’s terribly true.

Thanks anyway for the time. Talking helps a lot. Good..life.