NearlyOver
Officer
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- Joined
- May 20, 2018
- Posts
- 894
I'm at a point where I almost cannot justify doing anything anymore. No matter how hard you study, how hard you work, how much you obey laws and follow the community's rules... the best that happens is you can afford a small box to live in and a mobile box to get you to another box where you work-work-work for 10-16 hours a day just so you can go back to your small box to sleep to get up and do it all over again until you're so old and diseased you fall apart. There's no comfort anywhere. No companionship. And as others post here, if you're ugly enough, you can't even look forward to friendship--just shooting the breeze with others. But you're supposed to be grateful. For fking what? Not being dead yet? God. It's not even like the hell of isolation is guaranteed to end in 30, 40, 50 years and we're rewarded for having experienced it with great friendships and companionship. At the end of all this hell is nothingness. JFL.