There was never any point to existing. You just existed. Things just happened. There never was a greater cause for why you came here (well technically there was but it's leddit as hell). Shit like "purpose in life" is fucking retarded. How can something that just happens have a purpose? It's like saying why is there a purpose to...everything. Maybe individual things have purpose, but on the whole, everything together comprises so many moving parts, is so dynamic that there really can't be a "purpose" when...you'd still exist without that purpose (or when you fulfill it, or can fail the purpose even after fulfilling it), can still do things that go against that purpose, and on and on. Shit like my liver has a purpose, to filter out toxins. It will fucking die if it fails to do that (though there are plenty of other ways it can expire too). It only pumps toxins out. You, however, can do so much more. Stop tying your own value to worthless foids and know that you have no value, because nobody can have value, and thus everything is equally valuable, including you. Nothing has purpose, and therefore it doesn't matter if you don't have one either, because you happen, you don't just choose to stop existing (or you have to exert considerable effort to do so). At the end of the day, the only way out is through suicide. And suicide is active. You can't just think suicide, and have it happen. Maybe it would've been better that way, if you could do that, just think it and have it happen, even if it is just one thing. But it is what it is. That's all there is to it. Anyways, kill niggers
