u/General_Joke1551

Fuck this. Fuck all of it. I’m so fucking tired of pretending this is normal. Tired of pretending that constantly feeling stressed, overwhelmed, lonely, disconnected, exhausted and empty is somehow just part of being alive. Tired of pretending that relationships aren’t harder than they should be, that making friends isn’t harder than it should be, that finding genuine connection isn’t harder than it should be. I’m tired of watching people drift apart, tired of conversations that go nowhere, tired of feeling surrounded by people but somehow still alone. Tired of everyone being too busy, too distracted, too burnt out, too anxious, too guarded, too hurt, too afraid to actually connect with each other.

I’m tired of feeling like life is one endless obligation after another. Wake up. Work. Pay bills. Worry. Repeat. Keep going. Keep smiling. Keep pretending you’re fine. Keep pretending you’re not exhausted. Keep pretending you’re not wondering if this is really all there is. And if you question it you’re told that’s just life, that’s just being an adult, that’s just how things are.

But why? Why does everything feel so fucking heavy? Why does it feel like everyone is carrying around this invisible sadness they never talk about? Why does it feel like we’re all starving for meaning, starving for connection, starving for something real, while constantly being pulled away from it?

I don’t even know who I’m angry at anymore. Life. The world. People. Myself. Maybe all of it. I just know something feels wrong. Not wrong with me specifically. Wrong with everything. Wrong with a world where people can talk to thousands of others and still feel alone. Wrong with a world where everyone is connected but nobody feels connected. Wrong with a world where people spend more time surviving than actually living.

Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I’m burnt out. Maybe I’m naive. I don’t know. I just know that deep down I refuse to believe that this constant exhaustion, loneliness, stress, pressure and disconnection is what being human is supposed to feel like. I refuse to believe that this is the best we can do. Because if this is normal, then honestly, that’s the most depressing part of all.

I wasn’t expecting much. I figured I’d spend a few hours clicking random buttons and end up with something terrible.

What actually blew my mind was that I started recognising where all those sounds I’ve heard in hundreds of songs come from.

A bass sound would appear and I’d think, “Wait… that’s THAT sound.”

A synth would come together and suddenly I’d realise, “I can’t believe that’s how they make it.”

For the first time I felt like I was looking behind the curtain. So many sounds that seemed impossible or magical when I was just listening to music suddenly made sense.