I can't seem to get past the thought that everything is futile. That we all die, and that there is no point in trying, who knows what comes after death, but it seems like in this huge universe, anything I do is so insignificant. I have no motivation. I have been strugggling with this for a long time, I will try something and get interested in it briefly, but then I feel like it is useless again. I constantly feel overwhelmed so I just zone out, cause I don't know what else to do. I always come baack to this.
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