I don't feel alive anymore

I don't feel alive anymore

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me neither

nor women neither

So this is where we all wind up. I was looking for a good reason to end it. I suppose a mediocre one will do just as well.

why the fuck all my friend in team speak are so depressed??

OP , we all felt like that at least once.
Life isnt easy, that aint a reason for not living it, i mean,can you imagine a life without struggle?
Dull af, you will overcome this

This... Agreed

Such a message of hope and optimism. But you make a claim you cannot possibly have any knowledge of.
I've felt dead inside since I was 20. I'm about to turn 60. When is all this magical overcoming supposed to happen? I'm just marking time, waiting to die so it can all be over. What the hell do you know about it?

damn OP, you must be me in the future, I've felt this way for about a year now (age20) and I've been told thisbut I'm starting to notice that I no longer dream, I no longer hold out the hope that someday I might "win the lottery" or "marry into a wealthy family" my current goals and dreams are simply existing. i don't really feel strongly about life, but death isn't exactly appealing either.

>we all

No some people are Dan Bilzarian. We're just God damn unlucky.

>i don't really feel strongly about life, but death isn't exactly appealing either.
Thats where I'm at too. So I spend my days going to work so I can pay bills then coming home and getting drunk and playing vidya or watching shows to pass the time. I never thought I would lose my ambitions. And I think quitting bozing and gaming and doing something productive will improve my life but everytime I try I end up way more miserable than before. I think I'm just gonna try to stay /comfy/ til death comes

I feel you, it's so stupid, but I can't make myself try to be active without fucking up everything around. Worst part is, booze and games are getting boring too.

Well if all your goals and dreams were based on having lots of money that could be why you feel shit?

Join the club, faggot

What'd you think life would be like the movies?

nice quads, yeah... I lost my hopes and goals, I walked around in life enjoying colors sounds and life's general experience but now. I'm only comforted by discomfort, the only color that makes sense is gray, the only music I enjoy isn't uplifting

maybe, I was raised to believe that money and the monetary gain was all that mattered. and now as a poor college kid, I've got nothing and no one

No, you were raised being told that you were unique and special and nobody was special like you and you could do anything in life as long as you tried your best and wanted it bad enough.

Then you grew up and realized literally none of that is realistic, and you're probably gonna be an electrician until you die. And you probably won't even be that good of an electrician.

Now you're sad.

Nothing interests me anymore. I dont feel like doing anything.
I cant even find motivation to do basic stuff like exercising and socializing.

Its not suicide if you're already dead inside, right?

As lame and cliche as it sounds it really doesn't seem like money brings happiness. All those happiness and satisfaction studies done across the world showed almost the exact opposite, all those shit poor third worrld countries were happier than us because they had a better sense of community and relied on each other more. If you he any Hobbies or interests you could try to meet up with groups of people who share that? Good way to make friends

yeah. this sounds about right. but replace electrician with any other goddamn career or means of earning and it applies.

I had parents who didn't care about anything. Welfare mom, fuck the establishment, all that noise. Didn't have food in the house, didn't care if my or my siblings went to school, just a train wreck.

I clawed my way out of that life. Got my own damned education and worked several jobs to pay for it and have plenty to eat besides. Made my way into business. Earned money, females, houses, cars.

I thought all that shit would make me happy. Now I have houses and cars and motorcycles and plenty of food. But no appetite. Booze is boring, games, porno, driving fast - all incredibly boring.

I feel very much alive. AMA

picture reminds me of this song
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song is relevant to thread

Congrats. You've made it to your mid twenties like the rest of us.

Is this how its going to be from now on?
Why does everyone else seem so happy?

bullshit.
anybody who says money doesn't buy happiness has never been dead broke.

Money would cure damn near every problem I think that I have currently.

Stand on the edge of a building with your toes hanging off, rock back and forth, jump out but turn around and attempt to grab the edge.
If you can't do it, you get to die and no harm done.
If you do catch the ledge, climb up, get drunk, fuck a bitch in her asshole and realize you deserve to live and be happy for your Jackie Chan skillz.

I agree, not even talking about milions, just enough to not die of hunger...

Man I've been really poor my whole life and broke many times and yeah in get you having lots of money would be great and would solve a bunch of problems but I know it's true for myself anyway that I would get very lonely and sad if I had no one to share and enjoy it with

>I have of late - but wherefore I know not - lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilential congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.

I feel for you user, but it seems like it didn't matter if the bullshit I was fed with a silver spoon or the bullshit you were fed on plasticware we both figured out it was bullshit eventually.

What's the easiest way to forget about someone without doing pic related?

https ://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4cjpiTfbGs

Learn how to talk to girls and get a girlfriend who you can half tolerate and fuck regularly + got out to get wasted whenever you can.

Welcome to adult escapism. Life is shit.

Different user, it's not that money is the biggest issue, but not having to think about that would be great. Gets rid of one problem so you can get to work on the rest. If you can atleast, I'm done with that.

No. You would find new problems. Or without the constant drive to try to get the money you think will make you happy, you will discover - that it didn't actually, not for more than a moment.

Then you will ask yourself, why do other people look happy? It is because they are still imagining how good it will be once they get it, whatever it is. What you are seeing is not happiness. It is the hope of achieving happiness.

Wisdom and sadness always arrive together.

this is true to a point, perhaps double or triple the poverty line depending on the cost of living where you live.

After that you actually have to deal with your own bullshit to proceed. Figure out why you keep dating the same dysfunctional codependant archtype that reminds you of your mommy issues and never feel fulfilled. It's not something you can bruteforce and it's definitely not something you can buy.

alocohol/drugs, or just suck it up and move on, find something else to occupy your mind

or just be like me and just don't care about anything at all anymore, absolutely nothing in the universe will matter to you in the matter of a small handful of decades or less

I get it man I really do I've been homeless before and worrying about money causes me to be depressed a lot but I really don't think that being rich will be a magical ccure all for happiness. People need people

They seem happy because they're either faking it or retarded.

Retards are always happy. Can't do anything about that fact.

the worst part about everything is knowing that like 95% of all the shit is my own fault and that I deserve everything i got.

True, I'm not really striving for rich, just enough to not be a problem, so I can have some breathing room for the other crap.

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Demand the finest wines available to humanity, faggot

Garlic, rosemary and salt

I feel you user, the more I try to keep it together, the more I break it to pieces. It's gone so far that it seriously affects my relationship to the point where I'm scrambling each day to not push her further away.

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well duh.

haven't you seen matrix 2?

Causality rules our lives. With a dash of catastrophic random chance thrown in.

smile more OP

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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

die

wrong, you feel like you are not alive anymore, when you are dead you dont feel anything, or think or exist.

If you're blue
and you don't know
where to go to
why don't you go
where fashion sits

puttin on the ritz

I saw a thread like this once when I was young. Now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.

The parole board got me into this halfway house and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much.

Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends.

I have trouble sleeping at night. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.


Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. But I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay.


I doubt they'll kick up any fuss.
Not for an old crook like me.

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i love it. mind if i steal Sup Forumsro?

How?

Sometimes I buy something that brought me comfort when I was a kid. A bag of gumdrops ("spice drops") or a box of Lemon Heads. I look at it, thinking about how nice it will be. But it never is. It's always just the thinking about it that is good, followed by the disappointment of reality.

Same with booze. Or sex. Or anything, really. Nothing is ever as nice as you remember it.

Sure but if you ever repost it, do me a favor. There's this big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is? One in particular. Got a long rock wall with a big oak at the north end. Like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We'd gone for a picnic. We made love under that tree. I asked and she said yes. Promise me. If you ever get out, find that spot. In the base of that wall you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. A piece of black volcanic glass.

I actually just searched through a book to find a quote that i really liked.
"I however smile. I always smile when it hurts. What else am I supposed to do?"
It was funny to me because that's what I was told by my trainer once. "If it hurts you have to smile"
Of course he never meant it the way I understand it today. But I still found that in a way it works. Not for long, but for long enough to get you through a competition for example.

It sucks that nothing ever lasts long. I used to try going along with the "get over it" advice, but it gets harder and harder to get by.

smoke some >green Sup Forumsro

"Heaven and Earth are not partial. They do not kill living things out of cruelty or give them birth out of kindness. We do the same when we make straw dogs to use in sacrifices. We dress them up and put them on the altar, but not because we love them. And when the ceremony is over, we throw them into the street, but not because we hate them."

- From the Tao Te Ching.

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Might be a difference in translation, but I don't recall that verse.

It still sounds very much in line with the Tao Te Ching, however.

I feel the same op. I wonder why most introverts in 20_25 age group feel the same.