I created this post 14 days ago. I said:
So I guess today is the day I swallowed the pill. I'm crying a little. I thought life was something good. It is just a pure exchange of values, without having a single person you can count on fully, with death waiting in the finish line. All I can do is to maximize my fun or things I care about. To do that I need to get to a level of average person. Then I need to go up. If I go on my way, life will fuck me without me realizing. There is no place to "go in my way". I can't escape it.
I have 3 options at all times.
Kill myself now.
Do nothing. Eat food, fap, escape into Internet, have some dopamine fun. Die later.
Improve myself. Experience hardship, rejection, hard work, pain. After some time experience more "supposedly" fun or good things like hot girls, freedom to travel to a lot of places, freedom not to work, money etc.
I choose the 2nd option. I didn't choose 3rd option today nor yesterday. I chose 2nd option.
I don't want to keep forgetting but I'm not willing to put in the hard work. It seems I am fine with "closing my eyes" to reality even after seeing it. Seems like I'm indifferent to everything including myself.
What is my problem? I actually want to break shit and scream my lungs off. I can't even do that because then neighbors would call the cops or roommates would think I am batshit crazy.
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