It’s a thought I wouldn’t mind dying with. Idk, sometimes it all just feels scary. That this really is it. I’ll die having experienced nothing of what life had to offer. I’ve lived an absolutely pathetic existence, it was all so preventable by my parents.
And why did it have to be me, out of millions of sperm cells that could’ve won the race. It was me. Furthermore what really makes you “you”?. You could be anybody else but you’re your specific being.
Anyways even though it’s all meaningless regardless of how you live, it still unsettles me at times. It completely feels like I was just born to suffer and then it’s over. Everyday feels so stagnant like an empty void. I probably just need to go outside.
And this isn’t even the worst I could’ve gotten it. It could’ve been so much worse. Sometimes the existential dread is too much to bear.
And why did it have to be me, out of millions of sperm cells that could’ve won the race. It was me. Furthermore what really makes you “you”?. You could be anybody else but you’re your specific being.
Anyways even though it’s all meaningless regardless of how you live, it still unsettles me at times. It completely feels like I was just born to suffer and then it’s over. Everyday feels so stagnant like an empty void. I probably just need to go outside.
And this isn’t even the worst I could’ve gotten it. It could’ve been so much worse. Sometimes the existential dread is too much to bear.
