It's all so futile. Why does anybody ever bother? What's the point.. nothing makes a lick of difference in anything. I don't write what I'm talking about because there is nothing to name. It's everything, anything. It is all pointless. I don't want to continue making the effort if I can't even reward myself for the effort anymore. I don't expect other people to reward me, but I expect to take pride in my work. I can't. I have no more joy to give myself. It's worthless. My work, my effort, my attempts at making myself appreciate what I've done. I look around at my work and see it disappear, there is no work. No effort, no attempt, no me, no joy, no lack of joy, no lack of myself, no attempt, no effort. It's all nonexsistant, it is only what it is, so how am I supposed to affect anything. How am I supposed to want to. How does anybody ever deal with it? How does anybody ever continue. How does anybody ever ask someone to do something where there is no real effect in any part of the universe, even the egg that breaks to make the omlette, it doesn't change, nothing has happened. Ever. Nothing has ever happen and nothing ever will. So what's the point. why.

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