Journal Entry: The Reality of the World

_My vision has dimmed, leaving me ensnared in the darkness. This dread has crept into my body on a daily basis since I've lived in this world. I feel a boiling pot of rage and fury within me, yet my mind is completely distraught. My sense of self, my purpose in life, and the legacy I aspire to leave behind have all evolved since the days when I felt secure in my identity. Despite the heat of the day and the chill of night, through the despair of loss, death, and grief and the thrill of temporary triumphs. When I'm by myself on this desolate planet, I also wonder why I'm here. If my life lacks meaning, why should I continue to exist? As long as there's more shadow than light, why continue? Despite how long I've been here, why haven't I discovered my true calling? I've been in a lot of relationships, worked a lot of jobs, and achieved a lot, but I still feel hollow on the inside. The affection I once felt for those items seems to have faded._

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_People throughout the world have shattered my aspirations since I was a child, but I felt powerless to take action. Nobody listened to my cries for aid when I was at my lowest point. No matter how many times I begged for mercy, they would never spare me. Does love exist in people? As I've grappled with this reality, I've questioned myself. This truth has left me feeling both alone and powerless. The terrible reality is that we are born into this world alone, and we must leave it alone. With this knowledge and acceptance of this truth, I will journey through this evil planet, dreading each day of my existence until the day I die. My evil spirit, my vengeful heart, and my bewildered mind are like scabs that form around them minute by minute. This anguish is becoming too much for me to bear..._