I Don’t Want to Do Anything Because None of It Means Anything

I don’t want to do anything because in the end none of it has meaning and none of it matters. Nothing lasts.

It’s all an illusion within an illusion.
People are lying to themselves with achievements and stupid things, acting like it will take them somewhere, but literally it won’t take them anywhere and won’t bring them happiness.

It’s all illusion, mirage and lies.

That’s why I don’t want to do anything.
At least I’m not lying to myself.

I live like a prisoner trying to get out with the least losses, the lowest cost, and the most peace of mind.

As soon as the day starts, I try to sleep as much as I can. And when I’m forced to get up and do something, I know I’m just using it to distract myself.

I distract myself with things I know are just distractions.

Time passes.

I wait until night comes so I can sleep again.

Sleep might be the only comfort I have.

I’m honestly tired of this life that feels full of lies, illusion, pretending, and fake performance.