As time goes on, I noticed my coping mechanisms/stalling tactics become less effective. In the very cores of life, things like eating, gaming, sleeping lose not only meaning but enjoyment. As for love and pleasure, I know my heart is too diseased to form any meaningful attachment while pleasure and pain are equal in their numbness. Even the realization of the mental trauma my death would leave is slowly losing power over stopping me.
My question is how can one keep going when they can no longer delude themselves into staying?
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Ya, dat be instinct, bruddah.
Depression fucks you up so bad. I’m slowly losing interest in things I used to like a lot more, like wrestling for example. Games too, I don’t really care for them all that much at this point.