it seems the aim of life is money
how pitiful, a truly pointless existence
apathy and despair, the only feelings I know
long for freedom from all that I know
absolutely nothing you can do
or say
or think
changes the fact
the only fact
held before you
life's a waste
and no instruction manual
do whatever
no one's in charge
not good at anything
no will for anything
dragged along
like a mule
taking lashings along the way
for something he didn't ask for
a prisoner in his own room
where the drain is less
slowly dying
letting the days waste him away
whatever
banished
for all eternity
prisoner
in your body
consciousness a burden
>>9814975
Shitposting, downvoted
apathetic even in the face of depression
just a constant dull buzz sound
sit in silence
appalled by the mocking carelessness of the objects around you