I feel suicidal whenever I contemplate on how meaningless my life is. Nothing in this universe ultimately has any purpose or meaning, and my life is not an exception. In fact, there's zero exception to this rule: nothing, no one, has an intrinsic purpose or meaning.

I'm not sad or anything like that. I'm just empty inside. Everything normal people strive to get--e.g., love, fun, boyfriend, girlfriend, good grades, marriage, raising family, getting a good job, promotion--none of these has any meaning after all. Once you're dead and so are your family and friends, none of these will matter. So why even try at anything in life? In fact, why even keep on living your life altogether?

I red pillers reading the side bar like my religious lunatic mother reads the Bible and I think, what's the purpose of getting your dick wet?

I see ugly guys lamenting over their unattractiveness and I think, why even feel bitter about not getting sex? Sex is meaningless.

I see students trying to get good grades at school and I think, why even try to get good grades? To get a good job after graduation or prestige? What then next? Good salary? Then what? House? Family? Kids? Grand kids? Retirement? Then what? Senescence and finally death. Everything you strove for in life will fall apart at the very moment you draw your last breath.

I see middle aged people getting up early in the morning for work and living a stressful life raising their kids and I think, why even try? Because they are nothing. Their kids are nothing. Their life is nothing.

I feel deeply distressed by the insignificance of my life, of everything I do, of everything I have.

At one point I rejected a girl who was interested in me and chasing me solely because I saw no purpose in reciprocating.

I listen to uplifting trance music on YouTube and I become aware that I am starting to feel certain emotions induced by the tunes but then I am also aware that deep inside of me there's still an undercurrent of emptiness that's waiting for the music to end and the moment it ends, the emptiness comes right back in.

I am nothing.

You are nothing. Nothing but a piece of meat that's gonna turn to dust within the next 80 years or so, and your dust will be recycled within this earth, which in turn be sucked into some black hole some time in astronomically distant future.

What the fuck is the point of living?