I’m not depressed about anything, I’m just depressed. I’m a fucking loser who can’t get out of his own way. I’ve been fired from every job I’ve ever had and I don’t understand why… Oh i know what ive been told. I’ve spent my life trying to fix those things. I cant fix the problem. I’m tired of failing and fucking up.
You don’t know it’s going to be alright. You’re just glad it’s not you. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, that won’t help. I want to figure out what the fuck I’m here for. I haven’t figured that out and I’m running out of time. The biggest lie we are told when we’re young is we have plenty of time. We have no time and no second chances. If I can’t figure out why I’m here then I really have no reason to keep waking up and I’m running out of wake ups.
I don’t believe the world would be better without me. The world doesn’t give a shit about me being here. People come and go here every second of everyday and the world couldn’t care less. I just don’t think a purpose exists for my life. If my life has no purpose then what’s the point? I’m not sure there is one.
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I agree. I haven’t figured out a point to all this. Some people will convince themselves they’ve figured out the purpose, but they’re standing right next to you on the bridge, they’ll ask you, “hey can I borrow that gun when you’re done.” Nobody gives a shit, the world don’t give a shit…we’re just running around bumping into each other causing grief for each other pretending to care. Some will say “LOVE” is the purpose. Be careful of those who tell you that love is what it’s all about. They’re the first ones to stab you in the back. Nope…you got it. No point, no purpose.