Nothing has a point.
It's not worth it.
In the end, Yes there's always an end. There's always a dead end.
We're all going to die one day.
So why are we bothering. To find love, To love someone, To just try.
All for a good life.
When it'll all just be snatched away as you're just a mere watcher.
You can pretend you're happy, living, enjoying life without giving a single thought to death taking it all away.
But you're just being a bad liar. As hard it is to accept it, it's true.
As far as you know - you can die in this moment. So why try?
Why suffer?
Living and being born without our consent and not even in the life we truly want.
Dealing with all the shit thrown at us, whilst suicide is the biggest sin out there.
Why?
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A Book Of Rants.
Non-FictionJust those thoughts that people are mostly too afraid to say. Let's rant and vent together, let this be your safe space.
