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The philosophy of boredom to suicide

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boredom reveals repetition
boredom isn’t a lack of stimulation.
it’s the moment you notice the endless cycle of dogshit.

Work, spending, consumption, a loss cause.
You aren't a failure, but a cause so lost in the shit of everything you become a husk.

repetition exposes meaninglessness
life looks like an endless cycle, temptation feels dull, actions lose value and become corrupt, life merits nothing for you.
goals feel fucking useless, like how you imagine yourself.
rewards are temporary, but unsatisfying
effort feels unjustified, and coldness become evident.

what used to be motivation turns empty, you are.
just a container for consumption.
a pumpkin casted under a spell of derailment and torment.

boredom becomes metaphysical
you don’t feel just sad, it's more then that, and feeling so dragged out.
you feel worn out by existing.

not tired of doing things. tired of being here.

And that's okay.
 
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Perfectly broken too, perfectly harmonious.
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You will see the day something grim happens to you, the pieces won't go back together without breaking yourself down first.
Type by a 13yo hands who just watched death note, cage
 
boredom reveals repetition
boredom isn’t a lack of stimulation.
it’s the moment you notice the endless cycle of dogshit.

Work, spending, consumption, a loss cause.
You aren't a failure, but a cause so lost in the shit of everything you become a husk.

repetition exposes meaninglessness
life looks like an endless cycle, temptation feels dull, actions lose value and become corrupt, life merits nothing for you.
goals feel fucking useless, like how you imagine yourself.
rewards are temporary, but unsatisfying
effort feels unjustified, and coldness become evident.

what used to be motivation turns empty, you are.
just a container for consumption.
a pumpkin casted under a spell of derailment and torment.

boredom becomes metaphysical
you don’t feel just sad, it's more then that, and feeling so dragged out.
you feel worn out by existing.

not tired of doing things. tired of being here.

And that's okay.
men come up with things that girls have been thinking about since they were 5 and think theyre nietzsche
 

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