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Vermilioncore
Fear…
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It never waivers or settles. It is situated like a stone set in place. I wish I was aware of the peace I feel when I’m asleep, but sleeping is like death in the sense that you aren’t aware that you are asleep and free of pains of reality.
On this planet, there is no fairness or karma or anything like that. It’s a free for all. If you lose, you lose. There is no one to take pity on you and say “hey since he suffered, at least he should have this”.
If God is up there, he should waive the afterlife fee of eternal hell for those who kill themselves. After all, God is the one who created me and why I’m suffering here. Supposedly, you’re supposed to love me, God? I didn’t think love meant torturing and flaying to the point of mental collapse. I sure as shit don’t torture the ones I love.
So, what then, awaits? On the horizon, for me, I see nothing but sadness, suicidal thoughts, crying, pain, and humiliation. The world is a funny place. You have got some who prosper; they got the looks, the money, the health, the joy, a love life, every fucking thing. Then there are those like me who are stricken with ugliness, poverty, poor health, despair, and loneliness. How can a loving God do such a thing? Where is the mediator? Where is the overseer who can make sure everyone is dealt a good hand? Where is the fairness? I’ll tell you where all those things are — nowhere. They’re non-existent.
Jfl at any
fucks who say “muh just be happy bro! Believe it and you’ll see it!” And “why are you so negative? Just be positive bro!”
There is nothing for the tormented to do except waiting for death, killing yourself, going ER, or being a delusional bastard and trying to succeed (meanwhile others *WOMEN* succeed with no effort whatsoever). It is over.
On this planet, there is no fairness or karma or anything like that. It’s a free for all. If you lose, you lose. There is no one to take pity on you and say “hey since he suffered, at least he should have this”.
If God is up there, he should waive the afterlife fee of eternal hell for those who kill themselves. After all, God is the one who created me and why I’m suffering here. Supposedly, you’re supposed to love me, God? I didn’t think love meant torturing and flaying to the point of mental collapse. I sure as shit don’t torture the ones I love.
So, what then, awaits? On the horizon, for me, I see nothing but sadness, suicidal thoughts, crying, pain, and humiliation. The world is a funny place. You have got some who prosper; they got the looks, the money, the health, the joy, a love life, every fucking thing. Then there are those like me who are stricken with ugliness, poverty, poor health, despair, and loneliness. How can a loving God do such a thing? Where is the mediator? Where is the overseer who can make sure everyone is dealt a good hand? Where is the fairness? I’ll tell you where all those things are — nowhere. They’re non-existent.
Jfl at any
fucks who say “muh just be happy bro! Believe it and you’ll see it!” And “why are you so negative? Just be positive bro!” There is nothing for the tormented to do except waiting for death, killing yourself, going ER, or being a delusional bastard and trying to succeed (meanwhile others *WOMEN* succeed with no effort whatsoever). It is over.
