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But it takes away all purpose. I don't care about accommodations. If people are inherently so worthless, I can't care. I see no point at all in proceeding further along this line of thinking. Naturally, after realizing people are just things in the same way as everything else, you should abandon all morale and simply bully your way through to whatever you want. In reality, there are quite a few impediments. For one, it would require a lot of skill and dedication, and I have neither. On the other hand, I don't even care. If the nature of things is inherent emptiness, I don't care about attaining any of them.
This world is sick. So deeply empty and deprived of meaning. Think about butchering animals. Think how little you care. Think about all people dying right now. Think how little you care. Think about how all you stand for will vanish in a hundred of years. Think how little you care. In the end, all you have to do is to reproduce and fuck off kindly to wherever Styx flows.
But people who live under their illusions of meaning are so deeply disgusting. And you can't even blame them. For some reason, nature had to play this cruel trick to everyone. Of course they have to delude themselves, this is the only way they will be willing to reproduce - by believing that begetting offsprings matters.
The foundations of this existence are so deeply buried in vanity it makes me want to vomit. Just why in the name of Raptor does it have to be like this?
No.
8459
I wonder if this shit counts as OCD? Probably not? It's nothing like the gay wikipedia describes. But Jesus Raptor! Just what the fuck did I just do? I sank something like two hours into void doing some useless shit just because an imageboard post triggered me. What the actual fuck?
Is this ADHD? Fuck like hell I know. The gay DSM-V and the gay wikipedia describe some abstract shit that honestly I don't know can be applied at all. But there is something along the lines of "fuck it lets just do whatever I find immediately rewarding!". Yeaah! Why not? Why not fucking ruin your life every fucking time, EVERY FUCKING TIME when it seems things are going okay, it just happens and fucking ruins everything.
Please tell me, enlighten me, why the fuck is it so hard to stop focusing on spontaneous shit? It is so fucking frustrating. There is no pattern, no anything. It just randomly possess my mind, completely. It's so bad that if my own house was burning I'd still linger on the spot trying to satisfy the compulsion before the fire reaches me.
Jesus fucking Raptor, what the fuck did I do yesterday? I haven't spent a split second thinking. The fancy just struck my stupid brain like a bullet and I completely, entirely stopped giving a fuck. Fucking crazy. It only gets worse, somehow. Always worse. Always enlarging the magnitude of my inability to keep myself in my own fucking Raptor forsaken hands.
>I will not rant today, I will nooooooooot
Yeah sure as fuck.
There is nothing more sickening than the motive behind these rants. Nothing so fucking gay as my own attempt to what? Why do I do it? I certainly don't feel like ranting is the punishment. Through years it became sort of enjoyable, but it is so gay that I have to rant somewhere somebody might at least see it. It is fucking ridiculous. Absolutely abominable, me. I wish it was something acquired as I grew up, but this shit is deep in my retarded genetics. Fuck it.
