Experimental Philosophical Psychology .

Unit I : Guilt .

Now that I think of it, I'm maybe not that special. Maybe I'm not that much of a genius. Maybe I'm not that special. Maybe I'm just another human being out of 8 other billions, well if that is true I feel nothing, I don't doubt it. if I'm not special, my life has no meaning. I might just kill myself I'm just another normal insignificant human being that is constantly trying to pleasure himself by giving himself instant dopamine hits, whilst surviving. I'm not smart enough, I don't deserve all this support, maybe i don't deserve anything. I'm worthless, I'm a good for nothing loser that lived half his life thinking he's different or special but he's just another human. I thought I was a genius because I could figure out the Tunisian school systems goals without accessing any confidential information, or because of how well I manage other people's emotions. I managed to create a side of myself around people to be authentic but honestly, I still can't do it, I put on a mask I can't put it off. My parents must be so disappointed right now, I'm such a disgrace, after all I thought I was superior, but I wasn't any good than these other douchebags. I'm just a depressed sack of meat that's it, I don't even know who I am anymore, I hate myself and now that this hate has gotten bigger at the end I felt like I'm just going to kill myself. I hate doing this to myself, I hate what is going on with me, why am I such a bad person? I'm just a fucking idiot, I have nothing for myself, I have nothing so unique, I hate everyone and everything. I hate having to bottle up emotions just because it's not the time to "cry" I hate having to be someone I'm really not, I hate myself, I'm sorry mother, I'm sorry I'm not good enough.

I've failed you,

I've failed everyone.