Posted anonymously on behalf of a friend

Trigger Warning: Existential questioning, and frustration.

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I’m finding it hard to connect with anyone, even my parents. It’s like I’ve grown distant from everyone, and I feel numb inside. There’s no desire left, no reason that feels worth it. Honestly, I’m not sure why we’re even here. What’s the point of going through life when we all end up in the same place? I just can’t make sense of it. Why bother with all this when, in the end, there’s no one to share the stories with? It feels like we’re just passing time, pretending it matters. I look around and see people chasing money, always rushing, when the things that truly sustain us are free. Yet, we still find ourselves caught up in endless complaints about life and all its complications.