From living 18 years in this world I have realised one thing: none of what I feel is worth anything. All my hatred, love, anger, spite, frustration are worth nothing. They simply amplify within my head into a giant behemoth of feelings that is burst in an

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Angryjak 04/29/26 (Wed) 10:30:17 №16004267 [Quote]

From living 18 years in this world I have realised one thing: none of what I feel is worth anything. All my hatred, love, anger, spite, frustration are worth nothing. They simply amplify within my head into a giant behemoth of feelings that is burst in an instant after realising it was all pretence. And even though I feel those emotions every single day I am too impotent to do anything about them; I simply have to endure. And my endurance is worth nothing. No one will ever believe me since even I don't believe myself. And it's worth nothing. My suffering is that of an insect. It's worth nothing. Becoming a stoic would be as laughable as a stoic insect. It's worth nothing. I can be in agony and it would be worth nothing. The world is a stone-cold wall and no matter how long I punch at it, I will only hurt myself.

Chud 04/29/26 (Wed) 10:31:42 №16004270 [Quote]

Dude stop giving a shit aboot that just care what happens to you and those around you instead of what happens to nobaldi

Chud 04/29/26 (Wed) 10:33:22 №16004281 [Quote]

No arrow, also snca. All feelings, positive or negative are fleeting, and you have to learn how to be unbothered and stQic.

Chud 04/29/26 (Wed) 10:34:09 №16004286 [Quote]

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>From living 18 years in this world I have realised one thing: none of what I feel is worth anything. All my hatred, love, anger, spite, frustration are worth nothing. They simply amplify within my head into a giant behemoth of feelings that is burst in an instant after realising it was all pretence. And even though I feel those emotions every single day I am too impotent to do anything about them; I simply have to endure. And my endurance is worth nothing. No one will ever believe me since even I don't believe myself. And it's worth nothing. My suffering is that of an insect. It's worth nothing. Becoming a stoic would be as laughable as a stoic insect. It's worth nothing. I can be in agony and it would be worth nothing. The world is a stone-cold wall and no matter how long I punch at it, I will only hurt myself.