Sometimes I wonder what it’s all for.
You think you’ve found the secret to happiness and it was under you nose all along, love, love you think is what we live for, this wonderful happiness that illuminates a life you thought was fine, but on closer inspection was just a drab grey existence compared to the happiness you’ve now found.
And then that person you thought was the greatest person in your life, the one that gave it all that beautiful meaning turns it all around, and makes it the the most disgustingly hurtful thing. This is life, a cycle of joy and despair. There is no happiness, we take it from each other. If one person is happy, it is because another person is miserable.
Fuck life, it’s a pointless lottery of happiness ultimately existing for nothing whatsoever.
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