Give me one reason to live.
I bet you could…but it wouldnt matter…because the existence of myself in this game of life is futile. I have no friends.I have no fucking life. Im pondering my existence constantly, asking why? Where is god? Why cant I be fucking normal? What did I fucking do to deserve this??. Dont give me that “Oh, it gets better! Youll see!” Oh really? Been hearing that for the past 5 years and life has just gotten worse. I shouldn even call “it” “life” more like waiting. waiting for the end because Im too much of a ***** to finish the job myself…
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I know how you feel. Maybe we can die soon and find peace.
Thing is….if there’s nothing after death…we won’t even “feel it” we wouldn’t feel peace.
Then let us be done.
You must be eavesdropping on my thoughts. I ask myself for a reason to live every day and all I get back is silence. It’s all bullshit of course – we deserve the life we want or need just as much as anyone else (except for maybe your run-of-the-mill serial killer). We deserve enough money, the perfect lover, peace and happiness, contentment and to live pain-free. The trouble is we hate ourselves before anyone else has the chance to. We somehow make sure we never get what we need or want before anyone else has the chance to deprive us of it. We are the ones that repeat the message “you are a piece of shit” over and over to ourselves.
I just can’t find an answer other than to put a gun in my mouth and blow my brains out. But I am a coward.