Our Evolution is Futile
Well, tried to hang out with other people today. Chess.
It did NOTHING for me. Nothing. None of the happiness I thought would attach to me for breaking the infinite boredom that infects me, or the endless saddness, or the undying rage.
This isn’t depresstion. Medicine will not dull it. Love will not stop it. Joy will not dent it. This is a state of mind. My own, final personality.
I have finally come to terms with this. I am nothing more than a flash in the dark. I do not know how brightly I will shine. Maybe nobody will ever notice me. Maybe everyone will. But soul will only last for a seconds, in the grand scheme in the universe.