Does that even make sense?
My life has been fraught with death. Â Now it’s all around me, like a heavy curse
And it’s only going to keep happening. Â It’s only going to get worse. Â How can this be tolerable?
I was thinking that it’s one more reason to get out of here. Â By dying, you beat the others to the punch. Â You don’t have to watch a presumably healthy person vanish before your eyes.
I don’t really think I’m equipped to deal with it, considering. Â Just like I’m not equipped to deal with life in general.
Why sit around and watch the horrible parts of life happen? Â Especially when that’s all you get, because positives generally elude you and the forces of the world laugh in your face?
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” if 10 deaths are knocking on the door, call “one” of them to come in”.
you can’t escape death; whether you are afraid of it or not. But you can dodge it by forgetting it. People die and you can’t do anything about it. But, yeah! You can surely drink alcohol at the funeral party; or go to the bath room and smoke some weed; Know this is dodging at it’s best!
“the one that will happen will happen, but my fool mind always spend time worrying about it.”
know = now, this = that.
I understand where your coming from im in the same boat as much of a hypocrite as i sound think about it people pass threw our lives but they had something to say and be it they are close to you or not maybe you knew what brief words if any they had to say ok ill be honest idk where im fucking going with this im a rambling mess look you have probable herd the hole be strong bull shit but look hear me out life sux they tell us hunt the good stuff fined what makes you happy threw all the bull shit fined a reason to move on and dammit tunnel vision that shit you have too much to offer to much to bring to the table in the end its your choice and no one can take that from you but maybe you can share what you have bin threw maybe you can save a life god knows i need help if you need someone to talk to im hear i have sleep apnea so anytime you want to talk ps fuck punctuation
I understand where your coming from im in the same boat as much of a hypocrite as i sound think about it people pass threw our lives but they had something to say and be it they are close to you or not maybe you knew what brief words if any they had to say ok ill be honest idk where im fucking going with this im a rambling mess look you have probable herd the hole be strong bull shit but look hear me out life sux they tell us hunt the good stuff fined what makes you happy threw all the bull shit fined a reason to move on and dammit tunnel vision that shit you have too much to offer to much to bring to the table in the end its your choice and no one can take that from you but maybe you can share what you have bin threw maybe you can save a life god knows i need help if you need someone to talk to im hear i have sleep apnea so anytime you want to talk ps fuck punctuation
How can I forget when it has been indelibly pressed upon my mind from a young age and rebranded again every year?
How can I forget when it comes so thick and fast and sudden before I even have a chance to breathe from the last one?
I just don’t want to be even be alive. I don’t even do anything that will offset the horror of living. It’s all too much.
about the wind…
How is a victim doesn’t change it’s location, if their is a that much storm every year ? I guess you may have other problems that make the wind even harder. But if the problem is the lose it self, i think their will be help from lot’s of directions.
simple: some people lack the resources to go where the storms don’t happen, and even lack access to any better, more effective way, to gain sufficient resources. Some people are stuck where they are, because that’s how the region/culture is designed, and that’s what the region/culture wants; it doesn’t want people to leave, it wants them to stay… right there in the path of reliably predictable, destructive disaster.
But it is indeed curious, to watch people know it’s coming, and pretend as though they are simply refusing to get out of the way, while it’s really not a matter of choice; they are stuck, so they pretend to “choose” an illusion of resistance, rather than admit they lack access to the means to choose to relocate.
A victim who chooses to fight an impossible or ill-advised battle, is choosing to be victimized; a victim who has no choice to avoid the encounter, seems to sometimes cover their perhaps embarrassing desperation or weakness, with illusory pride: “i’m not really this weak, i’m just CHOOSING to fight… yeah, that’s it!”
The fear of revealing a perceived exploitable weakness, can be deeply gripping… for those with a greater understanding of human nature.
I suppose revealing weakness can undermine and compromise the usefulness of “confidence,” which can be life-altering, for those who lack the means to impose (or resist/avoid) consequences.
Haha, that made me laugh.
Anyway, I sure feel like one of the stuck ones… and I’ve been well tired of pretending to resist. It runs out fast in this business.
People don’t like it when I show weakness. Truth makes people uneasy.
I can’t think today.