There's nothing to life

There's nothing to life.
Nothing.

No second arc where everything suddenly has a purpose. The probability that I, you and everyone either of us knows will die unremarkably and will not be remembered in 3 generations is practically 100. There's nothing more. You live. You die. You are forgotten. In the grand scheme of things, your existence has not contributed to humanity in a noteworthy way. Everything you do amounts to a rounding error 100 years down the line.

And even the things you can enjoy now are not going to be a net positive on your life. Friends offer solace, at least superficially . But you're not going to find romantic love. Or maybe you will. I hope. But I certainly won't. The thought of someone caring for me in that way that just comes naturally to most people is completely foreign to me. Every relationship I've been in has ended on bad terms. I decided to just stay away from them now because it's not like the heartbreak is worth the incredibly tiny chance of partial fulfillment a working one would offer.

I have a very supportive group of friends. Most have troubles but they stay optimistic about them. But how the fuck am I supposed to tell one of my buddies to stay strong and that things will get better when I've been chuckling at that very same line of thought for years. The greatest fear I have right now is getting drunk/high and just bursting out crying because I can't contain it anymore. I don't want to burden them with something they probably can't solve but could never stop trying to. They'd be worried sick about me for no reason.

I don't even know why I'm typing this out. It's not like one of you autists can whisper some satanic phrase and teleport me to magic pink everything is always good land. I honestly hate being the self pitying prick I am right now. Rationally I expect nothing from life, but somehow emotionally I just can't accept that. I just want to give up but something is keeping me from it. There's this glimmer of hope I dont want

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>has a gf
>Has friends

Get out faggot this isnt your blog

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Well instead of crying about the inevitability of death and your lack of impact, use that to your advantage.
No one will remember your success, so no one will EVER remember your failures.
Try, be the best you, and stop making excuses.
You can make it, we all will

This.


Also if you insist on being an overly deep sentimental faggot just read Meditations and then go to bed and also fuck you I hate you go die

I don't have number one and I've not gone a day without contemplating pic for the last few years. Glad there's someone out there more bitter than me though
Well, I will have to live with my failures. Fuck that. I'd rather just exist with as little that can go wrong as possible

Fuck that. Nihilistic hedonism is the only way to go once you realize how pointless everything is.
Try it, user. Just do what makes you feel good.

>talks about how pointless and dull life is
>still dwells on his failures

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I know what you're talking about but I could never get into it. The only things I enjoy are drugs. Probably due to the dopamine kick. But most of the more fun stuff will fuck you up in the mid to long term. I don't want 5 years of empty enjoyment in exchange for 50+ years of health complications

>No second arc where everything suddenly has a purpose.
You don't know, actually. Our lives being just a product of meaningless star dust with no afterlife is just one of the possibilities, not the definitive one, maybe THERE IS a higher meaning.
Maybe when you die you rejoin your interdimensional friends laughing at you for spending decades here taking all of this so seriously. You don't know.

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>it's not like the heartbreak is worth the incredibly tiny chance of partial fulfillment a working one would offer.
Yeah it is. That's love in a nutshell. Hell, some people just have five marriages and it never works.
You think you're deeply flawed because why? Your last two GFs broke up with you and you aren't friends?
Please. There's guys out there who's exes slash their tires and cave in their windshields.

>I honestly hate being the self pitying prick I am right now
That's a good way to feel. Keep feeling that way. Hate is a pretty good motivator.