It's all for nothing, isn't it?

There is beauty. There is the world. And then, there is your life. A life that careens from euphoria to anguish and back, all the time being just a little unbearable, tedious, and nervewracking all at once.

Words that you once used are now obscure, unspellable. The gods of the future have won.

If I existed in isolation, I would die of loneliness. I exist in constant connection, and am dying of isolation. No, it cannot be the fault of the world. The fault is with me.

I'd like to stop it.