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Trudge

want to be free of hoplessness

by Anotherdude 8/28/2013

written by Anotherdude

I am 43, just quit a job I was in which I did because I’m supposed to want to live, to be grateful for being alive but I do not and am not.

I’m not grateful, I see no merit in being grateful. Moreover, to whom is this gratitude supposed to go.Â Did someone create me and now I owe them? Really?

Sounds like b.s.

The idea that I should live my life out of gratitude to a benevolent being seems really odd.

I trudge through this existence, yearning for it to end but I cannot end it…quickly that is…I have the notion of taking a walk…a long walk…that […]

8/28/2013 3 comments

Being Human

by bstarz 1/17/2013

written by bstarz

My name is B and I’m lost. I don’t think it’s even possible to be found anymore. You see, I came out of the factory broken. I’m just one of those people that bad things happen to. It’s a fact of life, one I always just accepted. But these past few years have been making it harder to trudge on. I get better, then get worse, then seem to get better again before I fall into a deep dark pit. I can’t tell anyone around me that I need help. I can’t let them know I’m not perfect. I feel like admitting that would make […]

1/17/2013 4 comments

by cbarso 10/18/2012

written by cbarso

I don’t know why I let myself fail to the point that I do. I know I can put more effort into bettering my life but every time I try putting forth any effort I am only met by failure and worthlessness. I am unable to even comply with basic day to day situations sometimes and I need to trudge through it knowing that it is only me myself who is keeping me back. I’m being pushed through a hole of the wrong shape to fit in with everything so extremely fake around me, yet had this been a different world my inferiority would have […]

10/18/2012 2 comments

Death

by elleyiss 3/12/2012

written by elleyiss

In my dream death is everywhere.

Old decrpit buildings covered inÂ filth, with shattered windows, and batteredÂ remnantsÂ tower before me.

No matter which way I turn my eyes see only rot.

Barely any souls here as I walk alone on this dismal planet.

The Earth is littered with black ooze, squirming andÂ gestating something I can not and dare not bare to imagine.

The black ooze begins to screechÂ and shriek Â even though they have no mouths.

I scream as I cover my ears, but it does nothing to block out the foul and horrid sounds.

Like a horrible siren only aÂ hundredÂ timesÂ worse.

Somehow I manage to escape this awfulÂ wailing.

Thousands of black creatures that swarm like locust cover […]

3/12/2012 1 comment