own8ge
Existential Nihilist
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I am so stupid, I hate the guts out of myself. How I think, how I act, everything. It all makes no sense. Everything I do disappoints others if not myself. Who am I to have principles, isn't that hypocritical? But then again, I need those principles to think. Damn I hate myself and my personality. So I do nothing all day long. Wow, that is satisfying! -_-
Every day is all the same. I wake up, I hate myself and I go to sleep. There are no bright sides, there is no improvement. There is nothing at the end. So why am I still alive? What a coward am I for not killing myself already. I contemplate it every single day, it is the only thing that gives me purpose, the only thing that stimulates. Hell, it is the only thing that keeps me alive.
I'm not in a depressive mood or nothing, I'm just being realistic. Thy can be happy, but that doesn't mean that all those bad factors in your life has disappeared... You'll just stop noticing them. I myself notice every fucking thing, my awareness is insane. That, whilst I'm dead stupid. Can you imagine the agony in that?
Then again, if I observe with which principles I act it is completely justifiable if objectivity taken into account. There becomes this social complex. I am stupid, but whenever I express such. People will think: Oh he's just stupid. Regardless of self-reflection. Thus they are being so stupid too, and nothing makes sense anymore. So instead, I pretend and act as if I'm the Intellect, which in most cases (relatively considered) I actually am. But I ain't shit. Neither are the persons I'm talking with. I can see right through them, understanding the principles they think on. And in the end, we all are insignificant individuals. Nothing more than ants whom do what they naturally are meant to do. We might be thinking with purpose and whatnot, but it's all an illusion in the end. Why would you still wanna be alive? I don't understand shit.
Every day is all the same. I wake up, I hate myself and I go to sleep. There are no bright sides, there is no improvement. There is nothing at the end. So why am I still alive? What a coward am I for not killing myself already. I contemplate it every single day, it is the only thing that gives me purpose, the only thing that stimulates. Hell, it is the only thing that keeps me alive.
I'm not in a depressive mood or nothing, I'm just being realistic. Thy can be happy, but that doesn't mean that all those bad factors in your life has disappeared... You'll just stop noticing them. I myself notice every fucking thing, my awareness is insane. That, whilst I'm dead stupid. Can you imagine the agony in that?
Then again, if I observe with which principles I act it is completely justifiable if objectivity taken into account. There becomes this social complex. I am stupid, but whenever I express such. People will think: Oh he's just stupid. Regardless of self-reflection. Thus they are being so stupid too, and nothing makes sense anymore. So instead, I pretend and act as if I'm the Intellect, which in most cases (relatively considered) I actually am. But I ain't shit. Neither are the persons I'm talking with. I can see right through them, understanding the principles they think on. And in the end, we all are insignificant individuals. Nothing more than ants whom do what they naturally are meant to do. We might be thinking with purpose and whatnot, but it's all an illusion in the end. Why would you still wanna be alive? I don't understand shit.