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Ive mostly given up.
I dont want this to happen. Everything was a green light for me and my flame died.

every light died. I share no joy in vidya, drawing, movies, or socializing.
This life is just boring, theres nothing to do thats rejuvenating anymore. So what if I die today, nothing changes, I dont have any stories to illustrate or anything to express me because I am a humanity-less husk of space.
Everything is just binary forever.
And when you are on your death bed, or on the wet concrete bleeding out while your car crushes your ribcage, can you say that it was worth it?

Fucking blogpost