There's nothing to live for; nothing to hope for.
Finding a job feels more and more like gambling, unless you like long hours, low pay and throwing away your dignity.
Hopes and dreams are forever being stomped on and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Hobbies are not much different from any form of escapism and even then, I derive nothing from them.
Everyone only cares for themselves, no one cares for others.
Good luck finding peace; it doesn't exist anymore.
God exists, but it's our own fault for rejecting Him in the first place. Which is why everything sucks ever.
And frankly? I'm tired of pretending to care. Or feel about anything.
Beauty mocks me, enthusiam pisses me off. Nothing is going to get better, and suicide makkes it worse.
I'm sick and tired of pretending to be human. The risks and rewards are just not worth it anymore. There's no point to pretend I have a life.
I lost the will to live at 18. Maybe it's time to embrace quiet desperration, because that's all I'm good for. A life of quiet desperation.
I'm already dead on rhe inside. There's nothing that can change that. And I can't find a way out.
After all, there's nothing to look forward to. Not now, not ever.