I hate everything I make. Nothing holds my interest anymore. Everything I used to enjoy now feels empty and meaningless, just inane and valueless noise. My life has no meaning: and if I were to “make up my own meaning for myself”, I would be a great fool and only deluding myself.
All that’s left for me is to experience the love of a woman and then it’s over (though i’m 100% sure that no woman would or could ever love me).
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