I don't understand what we are supposed to do in life. I mean, I know I still have my whole life to figure it out, but everything seems kinda pointless right now...
All I know is that I'm gonna die one day and nothing I do is really gonna matter after that. When I look around everything seems fake, like somehow I don't belong. I'm just not really happy with not knowing anything to live for...
All I know is that I'm gonna die one day and nothing I do is really gonna matter after that. When I look around everything seems fake, like somehow I don't belong. I'm just not really happy with not knowing anything to live for...
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Stephany: Hey. This isn't my post - it's something I've cut and pasted from Depression Tribe. I still seemt to be getting comments from my anonymous critics(!), so I thought I'd give them something to react to - the issue being that, if they do react, they'll be reacting to somebody who will never learn of their tedious views. In the end, the thing will become too complicated for them to process and they'll piss off (as I've instructed to do, many times), because it will cease to be clear which posts are mine, and which are completely random.
I've lost interest in their shit, Stephany, that's the long and short of it!
Matt
Stephany: Let's not go there.
You have been gone way too long Matt. Good to see you back.
Everybody: "Had you going"? If only.
Mummy dearest: If.
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