I’m not depressed (at the moment, well maybe a little), just feeling philosophical.
Edit: the idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
Just why?
The sad part of existence is not having the choice. I literally wouldn’t cared if I died tomorrow. I just don’t want my friends and family to be sad. That’s literally the only thing keeping me here.
same, my friend