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i hate my life
Forwarded from Wind/owZ // 逢坂大河 //
I have always hated my life and I still do...
Forwarded from Ari (•ܫ•)
I hate my life. I am overwhelmed by an ever-intensifying wave of abhorrence toward the totality of my existence, which I perceive as an unending series of disheartening events, challenges, and disappointments, each one compounding the profound and unyielding loathing I harbor for the life I am currently forced to endure.
The profound and deeply rooted disdain I hold for my life has evolved into a complex and multifaceted sentiment, intertwining with feelings of frustration, despair, and helplessness, creating an intricate web of negative emotions that envelops my every waking moment, casting a shadow over the entirety of my existence and suffocating any glimmer of hope or contentment that might otherwise emerge.
My life, as it stands, has become a vessel for an overwhelming and intricately layered detestation, where each aspect - whether it be personal, professional, or emotional - contributes to an ever-expanding reservoir of disillusionment and sorrow, intensifying my pervasive and deeply ingrained sense of hatred toward the path I have traversed.
The existential turmoil I experience daily is a testament to the vast and encompassing nature of my loathing for the life I currently inhabit—a life that has, through a relentless sequence of adversities and unmet aspirations, transformed into a hopeless wasteland, where every facet of my being is enshrouded in a dense fog of despair, preventing me from perceiving any value, purpose, or worth in the continuation of this existence.
The profound and deeply rooted disdain I hold for my life has evolved into a complex and multifaceted sentiment, intertwining with feelings of frustration, despair, and helplessness, creating an intricate web of negative emotions that envelops my every waking moment, casting a shadow over the entirety of my existence and suffocating any glimmer of hope or contentment that might otherwise emerge.
My life, as it stands, has become a vessel for an overwhelming and intricately layered detestation, where each aspect - whether it be personal, professional, or emotional - contributes to an ever-expanding reservoir of disillusionment and sorrow, intensifying my pervasive and deeply ingrained sense of hatred toward the path I have traversed.
The existential turmoil I experience daily is a testament to the vast and encompassing nature of my loathing for the life I currently inhabit—a life that has, through a relentless sequence of adversities and unmet aspirations, transformed into a hopeless wasteland, where every facet of my being is enshrouded in a dense fog of despair, preventing me from perceiving any value, purpose, or worth in the continuation of this existence.