I have found the truth of life.
After many times begging the question of the purpose of life, it has become clear to me that there is no objective purpose. With the help of Friedrich Nietzsche (I should have heeded his warning), I have realized nothing we do matters and one way or another, everything civilized man has ever done will go to naught.
I don't want to live anymore, but I won't end my life. That would traumatize my family and friends, and although I know the truth, I wouldn't want the burden of truth on their shoulders.
I am stuck in a perpetual laziness and sadness. Is there any cure?