Genuinely why would I want to live
What's even the fucking point
What's even the fucking point
They are pink, soft, sticky, and smell fruity
No one can help me. I'm not gonna take their pills and listen to them lie anymore. Don't tell me I'm valuable, I'm not. Don't tell me it might get better, it won't. I am tired of hearing the same shit over and over. The world is objectively a bad fucking place. There is no hope for anyone. How people can stand to live is beyond me. There's no meaning in the suffering, there's no sun behind the clouds and I'm sick of pretending there is
Nothing I do will ever be enough. I can't fix anything. The problems in the world are unfixable. Climate change, political violence, hatred, and everything else. Evil will always win, hatred will always win. It's hopeless. I'm officially done. I've done activism for years, I've maintained a sliver of hope. But I'm done. I'm gonna lay in bed and drink booze and wait to die. I fucking hate everyone. I've done my goddamn best to make something of myself but I just keep failing. Fuck life, fuck the world, fuck everyone.