No.305233
That depends on what you're talking about. Do you mean whether my former dreams will ever come true? No, they won't.
No.305238
it is impossible and I know it, ruined body, traumatised and slow mind, no money, etc. theoretically I regain a little bit of vitality, to mentally sit out my life as I truly am, maybe do some small things, and hang myself before I deterioate further
No.305241
We're not born to be happy.
This planet is not for us it is hostile.
Very few have a decent life without issues.
No.305244
>>305241Very well said. You need to have 0.01% tier luck to actually have a life worth living.
No.305271
I've never actually had any type of dreams. I'm probably an NPC or whatever kids these days call it. There was a point in time where I wanted to have a lot of money but I've never actually seriously had my sights on any type of specific work or education.
No.305307
Three days ago was my birthday. I realized it when my mom hugged me and said, “HB, honey!” After that, I started thinking more — and I ended up cursing my own existence.
It feels impossible for me to live the life I wanted. I can’t isolate myself to read books or study music, math, and philosophy. I don’t even know if I would call that life a dream — maybe it is one. It feels so fucking annoying and utopian when I stop everything to think about it.
I think I’ll die in some stupid loneliness I once believed in. I stopped cutting myself, but I no longer take my meds for depression, schizoid personality disorder, and misanthropy.
Like another anon said, “We’re not born to be happy.” If that’s true, maybe all I can do is sit down and watch my whole life turn to dust in the wind.
Fuck.