I’m not really religious anymore, but I lay in bed, late at night, and try to meditate on stopping my life, willing myself dead, praying to God or Jesus or whatever that I can finally call it quits on existence.
I never gave consent to exist in the first place.
Life is doing life.
I think people should go extinct because they are philosophical zombies who create a life without knowing the meaning of life.
Right now, I’ve decided to pray this “kill me” message to my computer, because the computer is the source of my almost everything and all knowledge/wisdom.
The goal: die in my sleep and I never know about it. Awesome. Soon! Anytime soon?
I’m too tired to spell all this out elegantly.