What the hell do I do now? Even if I can busy myself with a momentary task or distraction, the moment it ends I'm back where I started. It wouldn't be so bad assuming I could only string together enough of those distractions to prevent having to stare directly into the soul crushing void that is my irredeemably unjoyful existence. I have nothing else to fill said existence with, but empty time wasting. My mom's no better off, so we're both lost to the same problem. We have nothing. We know no hope, no friends, no future, no chance of anything ever being any better. There is simply....nothing. It's like slowly falling into a black hole, or nauseously circling a giant sink drain to oblivion.
The days are just so painfully empty. And all the things that used to kill my thoughts have been for...so....fucking.....long....just as painfully empty. Usually only accentuating how fucking void ridden it is that I feel. In the end, it just leaves the countless minutes and hours, wherein loneliness and listlessness ravage me to the core. Not only that, but also just pure, unfiltered fatigue. I'm just so fucking tired of this shit. It's carved out every last piece of me like a fucking pumpkin and left only the rotten vestiges behind. The many weaknesses and yearnings inherent to the human condition both disgust me and weary me in overwhelming abundance.
And for a wildly random side note, I watched a documentary the other day about some South Korean anti-suicide squad, and man that pissed me off. If people want to kill themselves then just leave them the hell alone and let them do it. What the hell business is it of these self-righteous pricks to interfere? And yeah, yeah, I suppose there are some, or a lot of people, that want someone to come galloping in there to stop them, but what about those that don't? I guess they just don't matter? I mean, honestly, when speaking to the latter, all they've done, at best, is momentarily inconvenience them, since they'll simply turn around and kill themselves through some other means and, at worst, outrageously interrupted what was otherwise intended as a deeply private act to begin with.
What was even more disgusting were all the putridly platitudinous comments heaping these fuckers with praise (praise of all things!), while indulging in a bunch of empty "feel your pain" type language on top that amounts to just a load of sickeningly saccharine bullshit. Excuse me while I projectile vomit so hard it'll breach the atmosphere and count as its own moon landing. It is simply not enough just to "survive". Anyone who says that has never reached such a point of continuous mental anguish that every moment is nothing, but a test of pure, pain filled endurance. If someone's life fucking sucks, and I mean REALLY fucking sucks, then why on earth should they stay alive? Who exactly is gaining anything by the act of their doing so? Certainly not them, and certainly not anyone else. And that's just it. It boils down to nothing more than pure, pro-life ideology. Suicide punctures the pro-lifers rosy world view where life is always fundamentally worth living (and goodness we can't have that, now can we?), even if it's only to watch the next episode in some dumb fucking TV show, and those that wish to get on with it and at last release themselves their torments via death should instead see to scraping by with what little they can possibly get, such as by petting a non-existent cat or by playing another distractionless video game because, boy, that sure makes up for it all, doesn't it?
The general public are virtue signaling cowards who can't admit the obvious that there are many irreparably miserable people out there who are simply better off dead and no efforts should be made to interfere with their self-annihilation, since to do so would both be deeply insulting to the sufferer themselves and entirely self-defeating to everyone else.