Dear life, I am tired of being afraid.
I don’t care about anything anymore. It’s all just pointless now. I don’t care about life, about the future, about death, nothing. I gave up a long time ago. I guess if you immerse yourself in enough pain you eventually stop feeling it. But the problem is that I still do feel. It would all just be easier if I ended it all, but somehow I can’t get any access to anything lethal. I thought that all of this would eventually end when things got too bad to bear, but every time I hit rock bottom, somehow I manage to fall deeper. And now I’m in freefall.
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Hi Black_Heart2001.
That’s a shame you don’t care about me anymore? I mean, it’s not like I ever gave a shit about you, but that’s the point I’m trying to get across; life is complicated. The only easy day was yesterday and tomorrow never comes, so you’re stuck with me here and now. What’re you going to do? I’ll make it easy for you. Go ahead and prove me wrong. Prove that…even if I don’t a give fuck about you or anyone else, you’ll give a fuck about yourself and rub my face in it too. For now, take this jetpack, fly away from the bottom and go troll the air force with it – they’ll be more jelly than the blob around their guts!
Sincerely,
Life
P.S. – Have you seen a cake anywhere? That ***** MARGoT said I’d get one for jumping through some hoops for her. Oh well, she’ll get what’s coming. trollface.jpg