The Nothingness

The girl from Jupiter
Nov 1 · 1 min read

I’m sitting on my bed. Absolute silence. Nothing. Loneliness. Mediocrity. What am I supposed to do now?. 3 am. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow. emptiness. I want nothing. Confusion. Dark and empty space. Empty words. I don’t waant to follow an absurd routine. I don’t want anything in return. Isoleted thoughts. Desolation. Black cosmos. Existencialism. Senseless. Bad life. Bad health. Disease. Why Can’t I care about my life? I want to, but I can’t. We will lose everything in the end. No destiny. No hope. Man has nothing. Days go by quickly and I stayed here looking at my empty wall. What is a man without love?. Love is all and nothing. 5 am. Why can’t I wake up?. She is screaming, she is desperate. Humans are dust. Humans are nothing.

The girl from Jupiter

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