why do we struggle everyday. why do we pretend to be happy when we are not. why do we do things we don’t like . I am closing in on my 30 birthday and I realize never in my life I have been happy for more than few months at once.I know a lot of my friends who look happy and might be secretly posting here . The pain people hide is seriously admirable and all that just because of the society , we all are going to die one day so why not that day be Tomorrow. you go to sleep tonight and don’t wake up tomorrow. Just end it end the sacrifices the pain the expectations the disappointments the lies the betrayals the angry faces the struggles the survival the sadness the reality the long nights the tiring days the dull evenings the depressing morning
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Yes. Why do people even want to carry on, just for some fleeting happiness amongst almost relentless misery and suffering? I’m on a forum for chronically sick people and they always post in the morning ”It’s a great day, I woke up!” or ”At least we’re alive!” it makes me want to barf, lol. I’m not happy that I wake up every day plus nobody dies in their sleep from the disease that the forum is for. Maybe if you’re 90 years old and sure you’re going to hell you’re happy you woke up today, lol.
Exactly, I have no reason not to kill myself except last time I tried (bought a shotgun offline, traded a Christmas present for it cause I didn’t have any money for the last 4 years, because they wouldn’t hire me at Wendy’s.)
I was followed, put in a cage for 28 days, raped in my cage. I know I’m going to kill myself but I just have to wait until my first-degree stalkers leave me the h*ll alone …. I’ve been ready to die at any time for the last 15 years.
(Which have all been complete sewage and horse-sh*t, by the way, do you agree?)
The only relief I get from life, is when I fall asleep. I’m tired of putting on a face that says I’m content when I’m not. It’s the same routine everyday. There was a time when I was happy, and that was when I was a kid. Was I completely content? No, but my life was more carefree back in the day. The only thing I cared about was playing outside all day during the summer and after school, until the sunset. My whole life was ahead of me, and the possibility that every dream I had could come true, is something I held on to when I was a kid. Unfortunately, adulthood got in the way and smacked me in the face.
I would hate to live to be 30.. I wasn’t supposed to live to see 20.. but I was forced to for no good reason then just pushed around here to there for years and years. Now my life is over, they won’t even let me be myself