all your friends have left
its time for you to join them as well
life is, by its nature, pointless. All human efforts are futile
there is no point in doing anything. Everything we are, were, and will be, is to be forgotten
we exist for nothing, becuse of nothing
we are nothing
we are none but simple puppets, dancing and suffering to appease a cruel god that doesnt love us
why even live?
what value does existance have over nothingness?
nothing we do matters
nothing means nothing
nothing is nothing
we exist because of an accident
a series of chaotic movements that began our existance
the only nature that is real, is that of death. Death is the only will that covers every corner of the universe. The soft whisper of the non.changing, the eternal line that extends towards infinity