Sometimes I feel like every little effort or even the greatest struggle is useless.
in the end of the day
you are not as important as you would like to be
your problems are invisible for 99,99% of the people (the 0,01 is you, at the mirror)
love is an imaginary thing that man created to justify emptiness
the way you feel is irrelevant
what you do is pointless
you should just exist and wait until you no longer do.
i wish i could just turn the key off for this very noisy and annoying machine.
sometimes I am afraid all this nonsense will be meaningless and unnecessary after all.
in that case, why even bother to continue?
well… never mind.
Automatic breathing is the ultimate resource for days and moods like this.