I’m done now. You can imagine that I’ve said that before, but I’ve never felt it with a hot, wrenching, harrowing finality like I do now. Bitterness, envy, sadness, and anger are all I remember feeling.
There is nothing left for me in living, nothing that I want is in reach, so why bother with the needs? I’m like a pointless parasite that needs to be scraped off the earth. I’m alone here, and I’m both saddened and glad for that because when I’ve killed myself, almost no one will be the wiser. The acquaintances at the edge of my daily life will just feel […]