• dear world

    by  • October 29, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    I can’t stand living and life in general. I understand that things could be worst or that others have it worst then me. I understand the third world problems and that I am extremely lucky for being born to the circumstances of my existence. I understand that there are people out there estranged from their family, people without a place to call home, people who cannot even afford daily food, people who have to withstand abuse and violence, people without the choice of choice and freewill. But that is the problem… I did not ask to exist here. I do not want any part of life, any part of human emotions or interactions, or any part of life experiences be it good or bad. I do not care for understand history, or learning about the world, getting to know people or experiencing how great and sorrowful life can be. Fuck that. This life process is a waste of my time. I don’t give a fuck about a legacy, accomplishments, or love. I do not care about the after life. When I die, there is no after life, you just die. The only thing closest to an afterlife is the process of your body decomposing in the ground after you’ve been buried which then turns to nothing. Your life equates to nothing. So why go through the process. I don’t want this.

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