Fuck my life. Fuck everything. What’s the point of living with no happiness. I care about nothing. I love nothing. The things that do make me happy are only temporary. Drumming. Music. Food. Yep. That about sums it up. Are those three things worth living for. I think not. So fuck it. Why don’t I just call it quits right now. Put the gun to my head and pull the fucking trigger. You think I wont do it. You think I wont go through with it. Try me. I fucking dare you. The only thing that’s stopping me is not having the gun. I guess […]
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confused92
I’m depressed. I feel like there’s no point to life. Am I wasting my time. Why am I here. Am I going to accomplish and fulfill my purpose. Materialistic things don’t even matter. You cant take them with you when you die. Suicide sits in the back of my mind. But what happens after that. Why am I not happy. Why am I always stressed out. Why do I not care about the people that love me. I’m searching for light in a room with no windows. Trapped in this box of emptiness. There’s no way out. Are drugs the answer. Is God the […]