The folder is primarily dedicated to my own stolen (for none of my ideas are original) meaning of life and reasons for it.
What is it you may ask?
The short answer, on more dreamy days, is to be an “Archivist”, of my own life.
For the long answer, you would have to read through multiple pages of ramblings, all of it perhaps having nothing of substance in them.
But prior to that, I must confess that I thoroughly believe it all to be just a cope, my own fantasy to delude myself into believing myself that my suffering is not in vain. And I certainly have put a lot of effort into this ( more than most people I would like to believe ) and am at a point where I indeed believe my own delusions with conviction.
These pages will be ever changing, in line with my rule of always appending, for the edits in themselves tell a whole other story. As for the order, it’s roughly as follows.
The Forever Question that seldom afforded me reprieve.
The False Answer that is perhaps nothing but a cope.