This whole world is a disappointing waste.
I've thought enough and everyone is doomed, especially me.
The world is doomed and everyone is comped. It's an infinitely worthless existence.
Well, I'm disappointed/dissatisfied and have been disappointed/dissatisfied, and I don't think I'll ever not be disappointed/dissatisfied, knowing that the disappointment/dissatisfaction will only increase tenfold.
I'd rather not. Everytime I step outside, a somebody always asks me for money or a cigarette. What's the point of even going outside (or even staying inside) knowing the things that I know now, as well as having to deal with the voices in my head that are constantly gaslighting me, as if I can't even catch a break now that everything has proven to be a lie and we live in a world where everyone has lied and erased the truth, so that there now is no truth at all. It's not like even trying to find someone to tell the truth to will even matter, when this simulation has purposely thrown me into purgatory/limbo.