When I lay witness to the countless that have been raised by the wolves and left for dead how can I possibly affirm life? How can I live knowing it is bullshit with a surprise expiration date? Normies bringing up wheel chair basketball doesn't fill me with gratitude it just makes me sink into further despair. Life is fucked and it could be fucked harder. I cannot believe in a God and a world that won't also believe in me. There is nothing there and yet the urge to try to always make it make sense persists like a bad habit. Life just is. It doesn't have some overarching goal to it. It is nonsense and then it's over. Stars will explode and die off. Everything will go away. Ironically, a kike getting nailed to a stick and dying in agonizing pain is the best argument for the nonexistence of God. He is dead and doesn't give a fuck. I don't want life to make sense, I don't give a fuck that it does or doesn't. I just wish it were a bit sweeter than the sour stones used to kill the martyr.
>>84308309Yes everything comes to an end, but can't you build something for yourself that is pleasant enough to diminish your suffering? Something outside of the absurdity of life?
l did it for the lulz, tee hee
