Just found this site.
Trying hard not to give up, like old men sometimes do.
It’s 2 am in this small upstate new york town, and timeÂ to go out walking, like i do at night. Haven’t been out during the day, or talked to anyone for a week. All evidence suggests i am already a ghost. Food, i hardly eat, slowly wasting away. No more family, no more freinds. Not very social anymore.
Funny thing, seeing other people hurting always makes me cry. Other people in dispair and emotional pain, i get it, been there.Â I want to reach out and say “it will get better, just being alive is worth everything.” I want to say “please, please don’t give up.” I want to say “Someone Loves You, your life still has a purpose.” For what it’s worth, i love you.
Get mad if you have to. Embrace your life and fall passionately in love with life. Shake off the dispair and hear the music. Your life is important. Fall in love, with something, someone, while you still have time.
But me? Just a quiet, lonely old man. Hiding and afraid. Hoping someone sends back a comment. Tell me i’m not a ghost.