I have a lot of sadness within me. Everyone is mean, everyone is hateful, everything is empty and pointless and nothing is significant and we all live alone and die alone and no one really loves anyone. Everyone is disappointed by the people they care about. There is no meaning to life, there is no reason for anyone to even get out of bed. There is no god, there is no order, there is nothing but yourself and no one cares about you. Sickness, pain, and death are the only truths in the world. The only way to find contentment is to put a bullet into your head and go away forever. Happiness is an illusion. Comfort is a lie.