I HATE EVERYONE. This is not a fucking poem. Why am I still here… I feel a distant pain echoing in the caverns of my heart.
This life I am living is not a life at all. Despair and hopelessness, in 3 years I’ll be 30. Nothing to show for it. No stable job, no friends, nothing left but my insanity. I don’t wanna go on. Can’t wait until it’s over and I’m free
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Nothing says “I hate you” like a .45 slug to the face (looks like an M1911A1-styled pistol in that artwork).
Why am *I* still here? Fuck knows, but I’ll try enjoy my last remaining time on this earth ‘fore I check out. Maybe I’ll go plaster the pavement with the brains of everyone that I hate – suicide by cop styles. Hmm.
I’m wondering the same thing. Just a couple of hours ago i was sitting down in complete silence staring at my exit method and i could have taken the plunge easily. Like you i have nothing to keep living for (just a relative, that i’ve come to realize is better off without me), virtually no friends, just anxiety, no job (no drive left to work) and nothing i enjoy doing anymore… and still i froze and couldn’t go through with it, and i have no explanation as to why i couldn’t, since i’ve felt it’s my only choice for a long time. So i really have no idea what keeps people trying, self-preservation instinct? that would be my only guess. And if it is that, i truly hate it, more than the situation that i’m in.
why do you hate everyone