I'm mentally breaking down.
Years of hedonism have taken its toll on me. I've reached an age where its now undoubtable that i'm a permanent fuckup. I'm so lonely. I haven't spoken to anybody in real life besides an occasional hello to my mother in what feels like an eternity. I barely remember what it's like to be in the presence of another person. Every single thing i do feels pointless and requires great effort. I no longer enjoy things that once made me passionate. Every time i try to make productive changes i fail through my own weakness and theres nobody around to support me. I'm not strong enough to make it in this life and there isn't anybody around to help me. I'm artificially being kept physically alive through modern conveniences. I hate to sound edgy but being alive every day hurts. Theres this sinking heavy feeling in my chest that never goes away and the regular distractions like 4chan and video games dont distract me enough any more. I'm approaching the end of the line.