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even the smallest tasks were too big for me… what’s the point of anything? imagine wanting to escape, but being too exhausted to even try? imagine depression seeking into every crevice of your mind? imagine having no strength to swim to shore, and finding it easier just to drown? imagine seeing the sunshine, but your head is always in the clouds? imagine feeling so lonely with so many people around? imagine knowing you’re betraying yourself, but you can’t see a way out? this sloth is like an anchor it just keeps dragging me down i’m already so low… how much further can i go? why do you keep on telling me things that i already know? clearly, it’s not making a difference clearly, i’m not in the position to make any rational decisions even the smallest tasks are too big for me… please tell me, what’s the point of anything?
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
What’s the point of anything?
even the smallest tasks were too big for me… what’s the point of anything? imagine wanting to escape, but being too exhausted to even try? imagine depression seeking into every crevice of your mind? imagine having no strength to swim to shore, and finding it easier just to drown? imagine seeing the sunshine, but your head is always in the clouds? imagine feeling so lonely with so many people around? imagine knowing you’re betraying yourself, but you can’t see a way out? this sloth is like an anchor it just keeps dragging me down i’m already so low… how much further can i go? why do you keep on telling me things that i already know? clearly, it’s not making a difference clearly, i’m not in the position to make any rational decisions even the smallest tasks are too big for me… please tell me, what’s the point of anything?
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
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