What i wrote is literal

Feels horrible and miserable when all you have in life is practically only to look at the same stuff every second of your life. I feel like you don’t understand what i’m saying, it’s literal. It’s understandable that stuff can be enjoyable or make for happiness, but when stuff has no more aesthetic, how long must i endure the look of it? When it’s not pleasing anymore, i might like to not even think about it existing. Life can become not pleasing anymore, and the Best option seem like to not let this reality exist anymore when stuck like this without a way. Know what I’m saying. Get me away from all of this.

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