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I'm alone again. He never did care enough about me to lift a finger. He put off moving to be with me for months until I finally gave it up.
I've thought about killing myself again, but not out of depression. I don't feel particularly depressed, simply bemused. What's the point? I go to work. After I am done, I come home and stare at my computer. I don't understand it. Is there some reason I should keep doing this?
Deep down inside, or perhaps not so deep, I remain a nihilist. I feel as if all the life I am living were merely something to do until something real happens. I feel as if I were waiting for true meaning.
It all seems like such a waste.
I've thought about killing myself again, but not out of depression. I don't feel particularly depressed, simply bemused. What's the point? I go to work. After I am done, I come home and stare at my computer. I don't understand it. Is there some reason I should keep doing this?
Deep down inside, or perhaps not so deep, I remain a nihilist. I feel as if all the life I am living were merely something to do until something real happens. I feel as if I were waiting for true meaning.
It all seems like such a waste.