i’m not sure why i’m posting this anywhere, since my view of everyone is that they’re all pointless in discussing things with or doing anything with.
I don’t believe anyone has any real power except those who are lucky enough to have had the right circumstances. I want to die so badly but can’t actually bring myself to making the jump off the building or in front of a fast truck. I can’t buy a gun, never seem to save the money for one or have the paper work filled out for a license.
It’s hard to not express how I feel, but it’s what has to be done in order to make it through day after bloody day, dealing with so many fucking people.
Does this really do anything other than go on and on until the final nail is pushed in and I croak?
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There’s one thing I can say. There’re fates worse than death. Sometimes you have to live with it.
Memories are all I’ve got. They fill the emptiness inside me. But they’re bringing me to nothing. I am left to pray for the ”right circumstances.”