You know what hurts the most?

Our insignificance.

We are the universes joke, it's plaything.

Death is it's ultimate sick joy. Denying us a choice.
Denying us the ability to understand.

Our bodies are frail and filled with the potential for agony.
We have no control over our nature, our emotions, our thoughts.
Even our own free-will is riddled with holes, a joke, a farce.

If you think you are in control, you are deluded. If you believe you have any real choice your a fool.

If you believe you know the truth, your a liar. If you have faith in something better, your an idiot.

The universe is hostile. It is not your friend.

The only reason joy exists, is so the universe can strip if from you, and replace it with agony.

When you die, everything you are, and everything you know will likely cease. Even if there is something after death, what makes you think it's pleasent?
We have no choice over what happens to us. We might be reborn over and over for eternity, with no control, or choice over what happens to us,
An eternity of choice-less agony, with no chance for release, rest, or real happiness.

You all believe life is a gift, A gift of what?
Agony? Pain? Misery? Defeat? Life is a sick cruel joke, over which you have no control.

If life was fair, kind or benevolent in any way, we would have a painless off switch, an opt out option.

The hilarious part is, you all know everything I have written is the truth, and it's so utterly terrifying and painful, that your mind will force you to deny it.

Even suicide is painful beyond imagining. Physically, and emotionally and mentally.

Life is not even kind enough to make leaving a better option.