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2 a.m. thoughts


Fuck our time.

In order to defend some people, we put down others.

I hate our time.

This time creates a lot of insecurity by trying to destroy other problems.

I run away from our time.

I am afraid to have no purpose on Earth.

I am afraid that I will not be heard because today we can all speak up and that makes it meaningless.

The more I learn, the more I feel lost.

The greater the number, the less important is the singularity.

Today I don't want to die anymore but I don't want anything. I am empty. No desire, no happiness, no sadness.

After each big choice in my life, I used to say "Alea jacta est"... But what if the dices have been thrown for a long time ? What if everything we were living was already determined since the origin of our universe ? Then what is the point of suffering ? We would have only a semblance of free will ? I don't know and in the end it's better this way because without these doubts I would be nothing.

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~ew wrote (thread):

Hello ~unclereaton,

I have been in a similar state a lengthy time ago, so I feel obliged to point out a few things:

Sleep well,


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