I’m pretty sure I’ll never have the balls to end me, even though I wish I did. I don’t see a way out. Life is just constant disappointment and suffering, and the main problem is that I’m a disappointment and an overall waste of oxygen. I can’t even remember the last time I had been happy, and I don’t see any chance to be going on; I only wake up in the morning to go to work, since it’s the only thing I don’t completely suck at, then I get home and stare at the ceiling. I just wish I had the courage to end it all
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I know it’s entirely not the point of the waste of oxygen comment, but could you dedicate your life to keeping a nice garden? generate more oxygen than you consume, thereby being a good investment on the oxygen front?
Plants are so much more appreciative than people. I spent most of my day working in my garden, and it feels good.
It could be nice, but I live in quite a small flat with no garden space