Life.
Life sucks. Plain and simple. You lose friends, you get abused, basically the only thing we were made to do, is to live, to reproduce, and then to die, so our worthless race can continue it's existence. No one cares about one another. we form bonds simply for convenience, to make the pain seem a little less real. even love is an illusion. it doesn't exist. No happiness, no glamor, no love. Nothing. Nothing but a maddening emptiness of the obliteration to come after death. you will have lived for nothing, for nothing but to suffer. Suffering, that's what it seems all life is. to form close bonds only to be stabbed in the back by those you thought you could trust. I wrote this down for a friend, but I don't this she'll even care, how she is now. I know I don't care, but what does it matter? It doesn't. exactly.
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