What’s weird isn’t just that I’m lazy; it’s that even if I wasn’t, there isn’t anything I’m interested in pursuing here anymore than anything else.

Stop taking yourself so god damn seriously. Your shit doesn’t matter; devoting your every waking thought to how miserable you are gets you no where, and once you have reached Nowhere, you’ll have multiplied that misery by a thousand. Don’t pretend like you’re some humanitarian little cuntsicle when in reality you wouldn’t bother changing anyone’s struggle but your own if you had the power, which you inevitably, will always lack. Quit trying to be anything. Quit trying to give your meaningless life purpose by convincing yourself you will change the course of the grand scheme of things, when you refuse to tweak your own life to the slightest degree. You aren’t a good person, and appearing to be one won’t suddenly change that—stop forming personal relationships to validate who you have decided that fictional person is. Stop taking showers and straightening your hair; attempting to flatten the ugly animalistic qualities within the human genome on nothing but a superficial level. Stop putting shoes on your feet so you can walk through your day lifelessly and without any worthwhile dynamic. Stop getting up in the morning and sleep the day away. Stop brushing your teeth, stop opening your mouth. Stop talking.