Alipeewee said:
That moment when you realise that whatever you do in your life, in a few billion years it's all just going to be dust and ash, and thus nothing you ever do will ever be worth doing.
Have a nice day
Don't do this shit to me, man. I've been really bothered lately. After getting over my fear of death, I'm finding it hard to have a single reason to keep living. It just seems, in every possible way, the least efficient option. Look, the booze isn't helping, but I'm not in a good way and the crushing realization of my own futility makes every morning a struggle to muster the will to rise.
OT: Fucking hell, I'm 25 and already hate my life. I've got so many more years of misery to go. What the fuck did I sign on for? Is there a refund policy on life? Why did I have so much to drink? Why is my spelling still immaculate under the influence of alcohol?
Aside from that fruitless avenue of inquiry, a grim realization came when I realized I was as afraid of success as of failure. Complacency, ennui, motionless terror seems to be the only thing I can deal with and that's both disgusting and horrifying. Christ, what am I doing? No more booze. No talking. Sorry if this is depressing.