I have come to conclude that my life serves no purpose. I do nothing that matters in this world. I do not love. I am not loved. I cannot even hate anymore. I will not have children. I will never finish any, not a meagre 1 of the multitude of books that I have planned or even started writing.
Everything that I could do and don't or still do amounts to nothing.
But the suns shines so ... I might as well gather moneys and spend them on cocktails.
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