every time i start to convince myself that i have made my way through the pain to the otherside where i can live my life something slips inside my mind and destroys everything. i am a dreadful sack of existence. full of potential, wasted. if i had no talent, then it would be easier to waste away. i am a pitiful and pathetic excuse for life. when i speak, only nothing is made. after all, when the nothing man has nothing to say he speaks. i tried, yes, i tried to clean myself up, i got two jobs, i’m going to school, im exercising consistently. […]
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Nothing Man
i am the nothing man. i carry doom and gloom as my closest companions. i have no talent, no goals, no desires, no hope and i can’t wait to die. the one thing i do have is family and friends, and honestly, that is the reason why i’m still breathing on this god forsaken earth.
at random times throughout the day i visualize a bullet penetrating my skull and blowing my brains out. it feels more peaceful than anything else that i can imagine. to end the suffering which is my mind would be liberating.
i tried for many years to blame the injustices of […]