What sort of world have you created for yourself?
What're you talking about? It's no longer my world . . . I created nothing . . .
Why have you given up so completely and willed yourself into nothingness?
What does that mean? I just got tired . . . I've had enough of struggling. Life never felt meaningful for me. I just wanted everything to stop.
Why not seek a meaning?
After all those worlds, all those fights, all those philosophical questions being hurled at me when I was in constant danger . . . I could no longer reasonably confront the awful question that kept haunting me.
Oh? What was the question? What could make you give up so easily on your own value?
. . . Why do anything? Why did I choose to do anything? Everything felt fake or stupid or pointless. I just couldn't pretend to be happy or complacent anymore. I wanted out of dealing with people, out of fighting to survive, out of responsibility, out of those bothersome questions, and out of the situation that I was in. I . . . wanted to stop living.
It sounds like you viewed life as a type of nausea
Maybe I did, so what? I don't really care for criticism or if you're trying to find some hypocrisy in my beliefs. It stopped mattering to me. I never found anything of value and I was never happy for long. Life always felt empty and that's all. So, I stopped forcing myself to pretend.
Why don't you give me value?
So you're just another person who wants to use me?
Only if it's to mutually revel
In what?
Pleasure!