"My present life is really very lonely and friendless. It offers me no stimulation that I do not myself provide; but rather estrangement of the soul from itself, preponderance of obsessional influences, which draw the soul up tightly with a sense of fear, and teach it to regard things with an earnestness that they do not deserve. This is the seamy side of my present existence. It is impossible, it seems, to be understood. It happens on rare occasions and I am slowly dealing with that fact. Nothing can outweigh though the deep pain I so intensely experience of no one being able to feel my words. Philosophical seriousness is already too deeply in me and people can’t see beyond this. I am obliged daily to observe my current condition; my mind is being tormented incessantly, unable to cultivate a means of resistance. Dear friend, the “cultured” world accepts my intellect but I find zero pleasure in anything whatsoever. Life stands still and no matter what I do I am being washed away by everlasting loneliness."
Selected Letters (Friedrich Nietzsche)