
Lookslikeit
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Now hear me out, ffs. I mean, we all heard about numerous cases of apparentely successfull, famous, rich chads and stacies drugging themselves into obliteration, having overdoses (indirect suicide) or just outright killing themselves (direct suicide) but have you all wondered why?
becuase they finally realised (or at least felt in their deepest of guts) that all their sweat, blood and tears to get where they are, all them fans that would literally kill someone just to get a chance to know them personally, all the money in the world, its all mad, worthless shit.
They did everything and got everything that society told them it would make them fulfilled and happy, and it amounted to nothing. No saving grace, no silverlining at the end of the show. They are all still the same human beings with the same human, all too human, ponderings and problems.
The point of what im trying to say is, there might not be a next level to ascend to, brocels. You're just switching one problem for another, more complicated, more unknown one. Even if there was one, and life was heaven for them, the gravvy train will stop at somewhere, and you'll be in a dirty, abandoned place of heartache with no one on sight and a bag full of plight.
Life truly is misery. This is the double black, cowboy scotch pill. There is no one to run, no place to be in, no person to actually be. We're all blackpilled sooner or later in life.
becuase they finally realised (or at least felt in their deepest of guts) that all their sweat, blood and tears to get where they are, all them fans that would literally kill someone just to get a chance to know them personally, all the money in the world, its all mad, worthless shit.
They did everything and got everything that society told them it would make them fulfilled and happy, and it amounted to nothing. No saving grace, no silverlining at the end of the show. They are all still the same human beings with the same human, all too human, ponderings and problems.
The point of what im trying to say is, there might not be a next level to ascend to, brocels. You're just switching one problem for another, more complicated, more unknown one. Even if there was one, and life was heaven for them, the gravvy train will stop at somewhere, and you'll be in a dirty, abandoned place of heartache with no one on sight and a bag full of plight.
Life truly is misery. This is the double black, cowboy scotch pill. There is no one to run, no place to be in, no person to actually be. We're all blackpilled sooner or later in life.