Hello. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know why I can’t sleep. I don’t know why I care. I’m thinking of how pointless my life is right now. How much of a nothing it is right now. Why the fuck am I even complaining? I’ve got nothing to complain about. I’m feed, I have a bed, I don’t have any relationship problems mainly because I don’t have one. Why does it seem all pointless. I have a clear defined path right fucking in front of me and I still feel like I have no idea where the fuck to go. Why am I even here? I haven’t posted in a month even though my last post said I would drop by more often. I’m going to check every half hour for comments then feel shitty when I don’t get any then feel guilty because I know people have their own shit to deal with and if I wanted to have some one listen to me I should just go get a shrink instead of going on a suicide blog hoping people who have it way worse than me pity me. There’s no way around it I’m a piece of shit. Why do I come here when I know there are others who need the space and support more? I don’t know. Don’t read this. There are other posts that deserve the support more. Go to them. Make them feel better. Hell you might save a life. That’s way more important. Anyways thanks for reading bye.
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Everyone experiences a period in their lives, almost always in your teens, where they feel lost. It’s part of growing up. Just don’t try to worry about this too much. Explore what makes you, you. Also, finding meaning in life is hard, and many find it only later in life. So, in the meantime try to find enjoyment in the simple things of life.
You write well, the intensity is clear. I hope you get to live the life you want to live. I also hope you don’t hurt anybody else, there’s really no need for that. I don’t know why there are shipwrecked people like us either.