godessalthena
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2021 3 December :: 6.27am
life is an empty picture frame. no memories worth keeping, no memories worth making.
nothing matters. life is absurd. I just want to set myself on fire and watch as I turn to ash.
what is the point to all of this? my purpose in life is to push pencils and make money for soulless corporations. there is nothing bigger. the struggle against the machine is futile.
it all doesn't fucking matter.
so why am I so paralyzed
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