I don’t know what to live for anymore. My life goes the same pattern every single day and I think it’ll go the same way every single day ’til I die. I wake up, go to school, do some homework, do some household choirs, watch some tv, go to bed. In the future school will switch to work.
I mean… No day has meaning and every day is a struggle. So why continue? I know I’ll never get completely through my traumas and I’ll never be truly happy. (And yes I know that happiness isn’t a destination, more like a way of life but still I can’t be happy.)
When I try to look forward, there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. Why should I live?
I happen to know many ways of killing myself but not even one good way to live my life. I’m so tired. So tired. I don’t come up with any reason to get out from the bed anymore. Why go to school if I’m going to die anyway, probably quite young?
I can’t find any good reason to live anymore. I’m so sick and tired of this so-called life.
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I suppose a good question to ask is, “How do they live like that?”
And “they” could be anyone or any group or culture in the world right now… What motivates them to continue or change? This moment you’re having is the best time to consider all your options, and they are many… But you can live the best life you can think of, especially when anyone can change career or lifestyle paths. Why should “they” have all the fun?
I hope you’re okay.
Life doesn’t have any meaning outside of what you give it. Is there anything you’re interested in? Something you want to achieve or acomplish?
Thanks for being succinct, 504. I have a problem doing that. 🙂
You know the plantation in South-Africa that tries to save the tigers? I wish that some day I could be there and help the tigers and try to save them. But I know that that’s not possible. Because I couldn’t survive that far from my mum and I guess my boyfriend wouldn’t go there with me. And I’m not able to be somewhere without anyone, if you can understand what I mean.
I think I’d end up as an psych or english teacher if I carried on with life. I would be day after day the same thing. I don’t know if I can live with life that has meaning. I would like to make my life important, but what can I do if I can’t go anywhere volunteering because I’m so freaking weak mentally that I wouldn’t cope there? I don’t want to just give money (not that I would even be able), I want to help and do something.
But I can’t. There’s no meaning in my life. Anyway, the Earth is overpopulated so I would be helping the world too.