I’m not just some average, run of the mill emo teen with bullshit high school issues. I’m a 21 year old man with a family. I’m not depressed, i wasn’t abused as a child or molested by a family friend. I’m the same as any other sane person. More or less. I do not hate my life, i do not hate myself. I feel as if i’ve simply become pointless. I go about the same routine and do the same thing everyday. Repetition is slowly driving me mad. I know that the idea of suicide is faded and frowned upon, But for me it’s ideal. there’s really no reason to continue on, dragging my already world weary body to a predetermined tomb. The choice is mine. And i choose soon. For the longer i wait the more i flicker and fade from this very world. So to you good readers i bid thee farewell.
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as upi say kind stranger you are right and dearly farewell*bows*
I like you Robra626. I’m the same, but I am a female, 13 years of age, and I have had a pretty screwed up past. That sounds completely different from you, but you said you feel as if you have become pointless. I feel the same sometimes. My mother is an alcoholic who married a holy roller for his money, my dad is also an alcoholic who left when I was 5. My oldest sister died when I was 4. My cousin died shortly after. Yea, I felt pointless during those times, and I “Flirted With Suicide”, as the amazing band KoRn says, many times. The chainsaw-like scars on my thigh and arm are forever there to prove it. This may sound nasty to some, but my family is very dysfunctional, and I do not fit in one bit. I hate it here to say the least, and I would give anything to be in New York City, Los Angeles, Greece, or one of those amazing places. But I can’t, because I’m 13, I’m naive and far too young to know ANYTHING. People don’t take time to listen to what I have to say, all because I look as if I’m not worth speaking to. It hurts like a *****. I have no one to turn to. I have no religion, no mother that will sing lullabies to me to sooth my pain, no father to carry me on his shoulders and shield me from the dangers of this world. But, I have my mind. I think all the freaking time about everything. I think about the human mind, it’s reactions to certain things. I think about writing a book and moving to Greece when I get older. I have something to look forward to when I get out of here. You do too. You have a family that probably cares and loves you like crazy. You have alot ahead of you. All of us humans may feel as if we have no purpose, but it’s only because we haven’t created our purpose. I believe that we are NOT born with a purpose, but that we create it along the way. Create your purpose!! Where do you want to go? What band do you want to see in concert? What badass tattoo do you want to get? Any piercings? If you haven’t already, go find a girl.
I really hope this letter helps you in some way, shape or form. You can talk to me whenever you like.
Your Friend,
Riley Morgan