Monday, April 16, 2012


What is the fucking point of anything?

We're all going to die someday, and until then all we have to do is muddle through this pointless existence as painlessly as possible.

Which, as each day goes by, seems more impossible to do.

Don't give me fucking platitudes about how I could "give so much back" and "help others."  So what?  So what if I might help others?  Help them to what?  Live?  Why would anyone want to live in this hell hole?  There is nothing but pain, and despair, and death.  No minute points of light or joy can impede that fact.  No religion can "save us" from it.