Existential dread jokes

Roses are red,

romance is dead,

every day I suffer from existential dread.

What's worse than depression & suicide?

Easy: LIVING. Everyday you wish you were dead but then reality hits you in the face that you're still alive and have to suffer living.

Pretend or not pretend, we have to decide everyday even if we don't pretend no one will notice :) no one ever does :). Living is the problem to everything. We get depression cuz of it and so much. Why can't we just die :)?

"Boom, quick; you have five seconds to give me three reasons to live." "1......2......3 .....4....5..." Did you notice you said nothing at all?

My neck, my back, my crippling anxiety attacks.

Me: I have lost it.

Random: Lost what?

Me: My will to live.

Apparently, rock bottom has a basement.... :\