Wouldn’t it be nice if the world ends??
I’ve pretty much given up on suicide for the moment. I can’t put my family through it. I just dread the day when I’m too much for them to look after, because I can’t support myself.
The end of the world would be nice. At least it’s something I could get involved with. Oh well, wishful thinking.
I’m one of those people who can’t face the world. I can’t face people. I can just about talk to people online, unless they start to get to know me, which is when I usually back away because I can’t commit myself to the normal interactions that relationships need.
I spend every day wondering how to bring meaning to my life. Eventually I realise that what I’m doing is pointless. Unless I get out of this rut, my life will always be empty.
But if I do get out of this rut, I will just want to get back into it again because life is too much to handle. I can’t handle people or stress. Not to mention the bouts of WTF that my mental health brings.
I’m so tired of being on this planet