Hey guys, I've been having alot of existential thoughts lately, and it seems like I keep running through the same questions over and over to the point of confusion.

It seems like I enjoy nothing anymore, because nothing really matters. Nothing has meaning. No matter what I do, it is ultimately pointless.

I grew up wanting love and a family. But love doesn't exist. Love in theory should be unconditional, but it's not, so therefore it's a fantasy. A fantasy that dissolved in mind long ago, and so I ended up here.

I grew up wanting success, but success seems ultimately pointless aswell. As success is ultimately just a tool to get "love".

I grew up wanting to create great art, but it seems I have wasted to much time looking for love, to ever achieve the skill set I would like to have, and express myself in a way I would be satisfied with.

I grew up wanting to be happy, but now I just don't see how that's even possible. It seems like I am doing things without knowing why, and without even enjoying them.