I’m tired as fuck of being alive. Im tired as fuck of the purest form of loneliness possible being my only neans of existence. I beg and plead and pry for meaning trying to ignore how meaningless and unlike everyone else on the planet i am. I dont matter i wont matter i cant matter ugly people dont matter. We dont the world makes us especially inconsequential. I hear a thunder bolt ring out and wisg the corresponding lightingwpuld strike and end my existence. Im tired of life I’m tired of being tired of life. Im tired of my lazy procrastination of my constant aging my anger my past present and future my fucking weight. The slight narcissism ans sociopathic ideology that pertrudes my mind. However one emotion wont leave my experience. The emotion of pain. Emptions of self disgust of anxiety. They remain. They always remain.
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I am so sorry about your feelings .i cried when I was reading this. This society,family,friends everything made us devil. 🙁 🙁
I feel like this a lot. I think most people on the planet are to some extent ugly, at least for a large part of their lives. And our society does put a huge importance on physical appearance (far more than any culture previously).
Some people are just far more sensitive to the messages we pick up that our perceived physical appearance makes us worthless. We internalize societies view of us. Others are impervious to it. They believe they matter because they’ve got an important job, where they can boss others about. Or because they’ve raised children more successful than themselves. Or they delude themselves that they’re more attractive than they are. Or they pick on others to make themselves feel more important.
Ultimately, none of it matters. They all age, they all become ugly, they all die, and everything they have built crumbles to dust.
Or maybe everything matters. Every single person, regardless of how our society values them, what they achieve, their appearance, intelligence, or economic status.
I couldn’t say for sure, one way or the other.
Hey Deadmanliving: you haven’t been around when I have been around lately. Sounds like you are having a rough time of it again.