I found a really neat phrase the other day: “Pyrrhic victory”.
It comes from the Greek general Pyrrhus who fought & won a battle against the Romans but it cost him so many lives he said another victory like that would ruin him.
I feel like my entire life is a Pyrrhic victory. I’m surviving, so I guess I’m victorious. But at what cost? My mind is utterly ruined. I’ve made bitter enemies of everyone who ever knew me. My soul, if ever I had one, is so dark and heavy it’ll drag me down for 100 lifetimes.
What I can’t understand for the life of me is I did everything right. I swear I would do it all the same way. Then why is my life such a horrible disaster?
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People always say “what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger” I prefer “what doesn’t kill you only makes you pissed off”
That reminds me of the line from Blazing Saddles. “Oh no don’t shoot him… that’ll only make him mad.”
Yeah I don’t even think I would change my life. I just want it to be over.