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Sometimes I really wonder if there is a point to life. I am pretty sure there isn’t one. We spend all our lives working, trying to be happy. In the end we just die and lose everything we worked for all your lives. I would never kill myself but I just feel like there is no reason for me to be alive right now if I know I’m never going to accomplish anything. I’m not happy so might as well leave this place now than be stuck living a life full of failures and deceits.
I just wish I could erase myself from this earth, erase all traces of my pathetic existence.