Even on my good days, I can’t help wondering why I’m staying alive. I don’t enjoy much, and I don’t see myself going anywhere in life. Why even try anymore?
I ask myself the same question everyday. Life has nothing to offer to me, and yet sometimes it tricks me into thinking that maybe it does. Only to then hit me with full strength when I have my guard down. I have no aspirations or wishes. I think I’m still physically alive because mentally I’m mostly dead so death doesn’t feel like that big of a deal. But recently I’ve decided that being mentally dead is not enough. Ultimate nothingness is what I desire right now.
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Yeah. You are right. I feel theres not much point in living unless its being enjoyed. Life is overrated.
I ask myself the same question everyday. Life has nothing to offer to me, and yet sometimes it tricks me into thinking that maybe it does. Only to then hit me with full strength when I have my guard down. I have no aspirations or wishes. I think I’m still physically alive because mentally I’m mostly dead so death doesn’t feel like that big of a deal. But recently I’ve decided that being mentally dead is not enough. Ultimate nothingness is what I desire right now.