It's all too loud, is it hopeless?

Just another 3am rant fueled by nicotine and caffiene.

So what should I do when I don't know what to write.

Staring at this blank markdown document with an even blanker stare.

Drinking a monster can like a true degen smoking my refillable mint vape.

Listening to breakcore as if im not dissasociating enough.

Trying in this mess to hear what the universe is telling me but it's too loud and im autistic af.

Getting bombed by ideas by scenes from my life by everything that I physically cant even comprehend as even my mind tires from itself when normal function requires me to think at abnormal speeds. The weight of all these relatioships we call social but are infact anything but. The popularity contest that is powering egos worse than pure columbian cocaine and is in itself shaped by an algorithm designed to mimick and mock you, to lock you into your own echo forever, disabling you from ever progressing as a human being deadlocking you into a permanent state of misery and anxiety. Even the richest men in the world are not happy. The fucked up situationships that ensue as a product of our very own sick society that is going to slowly kill itself like a cancer, yet it keeps spreading as everytime the flesh rids itself of it, it gets reinfected. Its just a mirage. It doesn't exist.

So how am I supposed to do anything? I thought I was the problem I cant talk with people but nah, people just don't know how to communicate anymore. Its sad.

But it doesnt matter. Everything will be okay <3