Hey! Weren’t you the one who promised WhatNot that the world was going to end last month?! Or was it Laz?
Dude, I promise that the end of time comes EVERY DAY.
It is pointless to exist. The insufferable ennui of the drudgery of simple existance destroys, like a cancer in my heart, the shallow vanity of life. All that I ever do, all that I ever think, speak, or see: my life, my dreams, my hopes, my fears, my emotions, they all have no meaning, or effect, or hope, whatsoever. A lifetime of being so screwed — no more important than if I had succeeded in all my efforts — both without meaning and without purpose. The wisps and cobwebs of this temporary reality have falsely proclaimed themselves as real, and in it’s doing, destroyed all they touched.
It sure as heck wasn’t me, I never bought one of those stupid books. I was arguing with others in Sept about how I did not see the word “Shemitah” in the word of God. And therefore I was not required to believe it.