My family hates me and I hate them.
I have no job.
I have 1 friend, but I am rapidly bringing her down to my level.
My purpose in life just got smashed. I realized it’s a lie and I’ve wasted my entire life on it.
I am not afraid of death. Death is the only thought that comforts me.
If there is a god, I want to meet it so I can kick its ass.
I am in physical pain 24hours/day from an accident.
My insurance runs out soon and I won’t get any more physical therapy or pain meds.
I am getting evicted and I have literally no place to go.
The police are on my back even though I did nothing wrong. I dared to speak up against the department for taking an innocent life, and now they have it in for me.
I used to be good looking, but now I look like shit. I’m not just saying that. Each and every one of you would probably run in terror if you saw me. Funny because I used to be a promising young actor in a few (lame) movies.
All my enemies have won.
I’m too tired to fight.
I have just enough strength to take all these pills and fall off the bay bridge with rocks in my pockets.
That about sums it up for me. So why should I live?
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I understand the “I have 1 friend, but I am rapidly bringing her down to my level.” thing because my family actually tell me i make the depressed when i’m around, like its contagious or something….
Lol… The God thing. Actually if there was a god probably he would be the greatest asshole in the entire universe. Turning ‘his’ face from all the horrors happening on planet Earth. Or is he like: ‘Yeah, I give people freedom. There is some happiness and there is the gruesomeness. They both have to co-exist.’
You may have lost your job yet it’s obvious that you haven’t lost your sense of humor. ):
Well if it’s true you’re not afraid of dying you have nothing to fear in letting all crap of your past go, you could try doing and thinking differently… take some risk, different jobs, places, life philosophy what have you.
There is no reason that we have to remain tied to our past, doing the same things the same way, or defined ourselves by our past.