I've come to the understanding that nothing is truly real and that other people are merely paper mache replicants of other worldly beings imbued with memories of the past, present, and future I truly am alone in this world, no one is coming to save me, I have no more tears to shed, no more anger or sadness in my heart I am merely existing until these other beings deem my suffering is no longer entertaining and disguard me like I did to myself when the real world rejected my physical and mental being
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>>42095426>Unironically going Patrick Bateman on 4chanGo outside and interact with people. You're experiencing what 80% of the population experiences.
