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VentingTired
Thread starterkinoki
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I want to die extremely bad, like this is an emergency. I can't keep doing this I feel so alone and so dead to the world. I try making friends but everyone just leaves or forgets that I ever existed. I don't know who I am anymore like what's my purpose for even living? Will I ever be loved? If so why hasn't that happen yet ?
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My depressing interpretation of love is that it doesn't exist, and that it's nothing more than a tool other humans use to manipulate one another playing on other humans desires to connect to each other in order to obtain there desired resource, and that once this has been obtained the object of that persons "Love" is ignored and thrown to the side and disregarded after having used up all it's usefulness.
I think humans want to be loved, but that humans are incapable of actually giving that love, and that every person that tries to "Love" me is simply using it in order to obtain something from me, or at least that has been my subjective experience with the "Care" of other people.
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