Quote: “How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” -David Foster Wallace
I constantly try to get to write something down and when I finally do, I delete it all. (How very unsatisfying.)
Just like my life is unsatisfying. (I really want to delete this too.)
I’m scared of posting stuff. (I want nobody I know to know who I am. At least not my name. They wouldn’t know me any more than that.)
Where is the delete button for my life? (I guess there are actually a lot)
(I think I should just delete this all.)
Oh look! Now that I’ve managed to make you scroll down, It’s finally gone!
(I wish I could have done that to my own existence.)
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Why do you want to end your life, if you dont mind sharing that? And i do wish there was a delete button to end my life, too
I don’t really know how to answer this. Would you like some creativity involved or no?
ok, with some creativity. Hmm, i do not know how to answer many questions myself either.
Well here is one reason why. (I wrote this story a while ago so please don’t think that I just come up with these stories within minutes.)
A person was consumed in love. This person is unimportant like anyone of the everyone. The person tried to express whatever that was inside to the other, but the other couldn’t understand whatever was expressed.Trying new ways with hope constantly getting smashed by the other, the person was learning to constantly break, not endure. Some say that if something doesn’t kill you, you will get stronger. However, this person had none of that. After each attempt of trying to get the other to understand, this person was more inclined to smash whatever it was that was inside. The person unable to do anything and not knowing what to do due to this constant feeling went to the doctor. The doctor did a scan on the heart because that is where the person had pointed to when asked what was hurting. The scan showed that it was no heart, but a pulsating tumor. Baffled, the person went to the other and as a final attempt for showing the expression, started to scratch at the “heart” repeatedly until black blood would start dripping. After the black blood dripped, it turned into a stream. Constantly crying, the person was more and more desperate to reveal what it was that was inside and struggled to remain sane and alive though the pain. Tears turned to screams. Eventually feeling the “heart” the person ripped it out to show the other. “This is what I always wanted to show you.” And the “heart” constantly beated until it beat itself to death.
There may be problems with spelling or some other way. (I got the idea from a song so… I am not super creative.)
That is another issue. I want to create stories that I am able to think up completely on my own without being inspired by someone other than me.
Stories that are interesting and captivating or something of the sort. At least to the point that I like it.
it was an interesting read. It was sad though, very saddening. I am sorry
Sadly, I forgot to accompany the story with some music. If you are willing to reread it again with music this time then you can. The music would be July-Long Good-Byes. Sorry for the late reply as well. No need to be sorry for me or for yourself also. At least don’t be for this situation xD
Also, judging is normal. (That is my own opinion) How much it impacts our own lives or relationship with the other person/group/thing/etc. or the other as a whole is usually minimal if the person says that he/she won’t judge. I think this because I guess I judge whenever I am thinking and oftentimes it doesn’t matter too much for me so I wouldn’t really change. I don’t know how it is for other people though so… yeah.
sorry i am hopeless at offering advice but i will listen and not judge..
i will do that later on the computer. I am on my old phone and i cant watch videos on it. I will do a better reply later. Sorry my mind isnt good at the moment