Spending a lot of time on the computer, with nothing to do?

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https://discord.gg/Px5WHEj

Heres the invite link.

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Theres a music bot, too. So you can queue music and listen to it with other people.

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This is one of two pieces I have of this artist in my collection. I like how, like the filename suggests, the individual in the painting is ripping away his face. It has an ambiguity to it, but at the same time, offers a relateable medium we can attach to due to the pangs of daily life.

Do you ever feel like you just wanted to stop existing?

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Heres the other piece to match the previous. Notice how the individual in the painting now is more aged than the pre ; this could suggest that a feeling of dissociation and non-existence is common in both young and old.

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This painting also portrays individuals with no facial features, but this time, in a group setting. While it is on an individual basis that we believe that we don't stand out among the crowd, this painting contrasts the idea and suggests that not only are we among the crowd, but the crowd as a whole are all the same, people suffering from feelings of doubt and unimportance ; people who feel they won't make their mark, and want to.

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Some people in society, however, simply give up, so to say. They no longer care about having purpose. They isolate themselves, away from the group, the business and toil of life.

They become recluse, confining themselves to one place, one building, maybe even a specific room in a building, commonly a bedroom. They only leave for nourishment and hygeine.

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Do you ever find yourself peeling off of a comfortable bed, after hours of catatonic stillness?

Sleeping is effectively a mini-death, a convenient little process to allow you to shorten the time you spend awake, lamenting and self-loathing.

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It's difficult to cope, sometimes. The need to conform to society, the responsibilities that weigh you down, the feeling of hopeless and guilt for being hopeless.

Your parents raised you for greatness, only for you to fall into the rut you've been dragging yourself around in for however long.

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The bed is an effective coping mechanism. Warm, comfortable, and soft, like the feeling of being loved by someone.

Of course, the majority of us on this board will never genuinely experience such a feeling, let alone an imitation of it. So we make do, by any means ; hugging a pillow, a warm shower, anything to circumvent the loneliness.

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If you harbour any sort of religious belief, you turn to a higher power, some authority above, and question why it has to be like this.