I feel trapped here by the people who care about me. I dislike causing pain to others, even if they will die and forget all about it. Perhaps that is irrational?
So I go through the motions of life. I can’t see how this is preferable to me being dead, except for that everyone isn’t crying about it, and my household has an income. (Though were I dead, I wouldn’t have the capacity to give a crap anymore)
I see my future as hopeless. I have a son in kindergarten and another on the way in the spring. What am I to tell them? “Sons, life doesn’t […]