It’s all lost.
The hope.
The love.
The truth.
I only asked that I could be happy, and I get a life full of loneliness, hatred, and failure. And as I was watching my own demise, I saw how much I had ruined other lives in the process. I tried to repair it, I tried to come back and fix it all, but it only showed how little I could accomplish. In my downfall, I had friends for a short period. Or at least I thought I did. The truth was they felt sorry for me. They saw a helpless little shit, and thought they could help it. In the end, it was just 5 more ruined lives. My own mother lies to me every day. It’s every time she says “I love you”. I love you my ass, that woman wouldn’t give two shits if I died. I have lost everything, material, psychologically, and sentimentally.
So there is one last thing that I’m going to lose.
My Life
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Your life is yours to lose or to get back… the choice is yours. You sound like you regret the things you’ve lost, so why would you feel good about losing your life? Given the choice between showing those people who scorned you that they were right and giving them the bird by actually fighting my way out of rock bottom to live again, I’d start stretching my middle finger for use.
Screw them… prove to yourself that you’re not the sum of the recent pile of crap you’ve had to deal with.