Life is literally nothing but pain. Happiness is temporary. It's

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Life is literally nothing but pain.
Happiness is temporary. It's caused by our hobbies and other things we like. They offer escapism. From life.
The human race doesn't have a heart, they only take advantage of others, animate and inanimate, for profit. Everyone's done it at least once in any way and felt good about it, wanting to do it again. Don't lie to yourself, please.
The earth is dying, we're dying, but governments fail to admit that, because they only think about profit. Our hobbies keep this thought away from us.
We also joke about suicide all the time, yet we're too scared to actually do it, because of fear of failing, and pain, physical.
I'm not killing myself because, even though I'm aware I'm not needed in this world, I like my hobbies. Though, one day, they will fail to satisfy me enough, and that thought will overwhelm me to the point where I'm unable to resist, if not before that, when the Earth will officially be declared dead, or I die naturally, with an unbearable amount of pain.