Life has no meaning. You wake up in a hurry every Monday, but why? are we really achieving anything, or are we just existing?
I wake up to be hours in traffic, to try people to like me, I force me to do things I don't want to make people to like me, is that existence at all? if you do everything for everyone except you, can you call that existence?
All I hear is people fighting over sports, families forcing themselves to be normal, fake media trying to confort us. how dreadful are our lives.
Finally you forced to be in relationships, because social media tell you that is the norm, and you life gets more complicated because you need to feed that vacuum inside your body, ironically the only part of your life that is real is your emptiness, my emptiness.
I wake up to be hours in traffic, to try people to like me, I force me to do things I don't want to make people to like me, is that existence at all? if you do everything for everyone except you, can you call that existence?
All I hear is people fighting over sports, families forcing themselves to be normal, fake media trying to confort us. how dreadful are our lives.
Finally you forced to be in relationships, because social media tell you that is the norm, and you life gets more complicated because you need to feed that vacuum inside your body, ironically the only part of your life that is real is your emptiness, my emptiness.
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