I agree. I have fucked up my whole life and I am sick of it.
I am sick and tired of being a total loser in life
I am in fact a total loser in life
I am going to end it soon
My life has been meaningless for… carry the one… divide by two… A looong time. Thank goodness! Sometimes it’s on fire. Sometimes it’s burnt and crispy. Sometimes it’s pretty good. Meaning doesn’t have anything to do with it.
If you really want your life to have meaning then it’s up to you assign it.
Why stick around? You might learn something. You might help someone else learn something. You need to sign an organ donor card. You might develop an ardent desire to love someone. You might keep someone who will one day find the cure for cancer from driving drunk. You might become accidentally fabulously rich due to a run on parachute pants. Because death is an undiscovered country that no one returns from.
The reasons to not stick around are equally numerous. It’s up to you. Whatever you decide, I hope you find peace.
Me 2, I keep fucking around though. Not exactly a peaceful pill overdose I’m gonna use though, so It’s led to heistation and fear.
Nothing here for me now except my mind being tortured practically every minute again in 2017. I’m way past the getting help stage, so I don’t know why my mind won’t comply. A little bit of bold courage, then darkness. Sounds like bliss.
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I agree. I have fucked up my whole life and I am sick of it.
I am sick and tired of being a total loser in life
I am in fact a total loser in life
I am going to end it soon
My life has been meaningless for… carry the one… divide by two… A looong time. Thank goodness! Sometimes it’s on fire. Sometimes it’s burnt and crispy. Sometimes it’s pretty good. Meaning doesn’t have anything to do with it.
If you really want your life to have meaning then it’s up to you assign it.
Why stick around? You might learn something. You might help someone else learn something. You need to sign an organ donor card. You might develop an ardent desire to love someone. You might keep someone who will one day find the cure for cancer from driving drunk. You might become accidentally fabulously rich due to a run on parachute pants. Because death is an undiscovered country that no one returns from.
The reasons to not stick around are equally numerous. It’s up to you. Whatever you decide, I hope you find peace.
Me 2, I keep fucking around though. Not exactly a peaceful pill overdose I’m gonna use though, so It’s led to heistation and fear.
Nothing here for me now except my mind being tortured practically every minute again in 2017. I’m way past the getting help stage, so I don’t know why my mind won’t comply. A little bit of bold courage, then darkness. Sounds like bliss.