The Agony of Being in 7.2

You've found yourself lost in the depths of 7.2, a realm of existential dread where the meaninglessness of life is palpable. The skies are a dull grey, the trees are bare, and the air is thick with the stench of burnt coffee.

You are not alone, but you're not exactly with friends either. There's a sense of detachment, a feeling of floating above the fray, watching the world burn with a sense of apathy.

But don't worry, you're not alone in your suffering. There's a support group just for you: The 7.2 Support Group.

Or, if you're feeling particularly adventurous, you could try: The Existential Crisis Recovery Program.

Or, if all else fails, just remember that in 7.2, the only constant is the impermanence of all things. So, just go ahead and Embracing The Void.