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See, the thing is, though, I do go out of my way to help people, I have donated a ton of money to charity in the past year, and I am not whining about my problems -- I'm just replying to this thread. I don't just sit around
and feel sorry for myself.
You do raise some good points, though trust me when I say that I've went really out of my way to feel... fulfilled... in life. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do, exactly.
Also, I definitely am interested by a lot, a lot more than my mind can ever grasp. I have an encyclopedic knowledge of film, music, and video games at this point, and I have achieved some degree of success with the various artistic endeavors I've explored in my life. Still... there's some soul-sucking invisible entity that can't allow me to be happy. Whether I have a million dollars or 0 dollars, I'm not happy. Whether I give that million dollars to everyone who needs it or not, I'm not happy. Whether everyone loves me or everyone hates me, I'm not happy. I just feel like I've completely lost the idea of what it means to be "happy", personally. And my life is now a series of "oh, cool, it'll be exciting when [THIS] happens... looking forward to [THIS] or [THAT]...." I think I'm just burnt out, really.
But, eh, I don't feel too bad about it. I mean, I can't just blow my brains out or something, what would that solve? I just gotta live with my unhappiness. People always say "do something about it, change things". I've changed everything multiple times, but it still doesn't change that I haven't been truly happy... well... ever. People are certainly happy with me and the things I do for them, but eh.
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