Alone And Considering
I've only once really thought about it so much as I have now. That was a long time ago, though. Now, I'm not sure what's going on in my head. Nothing's the way it should be, and everyone except Liz hates me or thinks I'm this pathetic druggie loser. I'm tired of it, ya know? It's just not right. No one really cares except a few, select people.
Normally, when you hear people considering what I'm considering talk, they latch on to those "few, select people". It's like the opinion of one or two or maybe even three people can change the world, make everything okay again. That's just not the way it really is, that's a romanticized version of the truth. The truth is that I focus more on the tons of people who hate me, who think I'm a pathetic excuse for a person, who wish I were gone...
And I think it'd be better to just be gone. I keep running, but my running never lets me run far enough. Maybe I could fix it. Maybe I could just go swimming tonight, and while I'm swimming, take a nice dive. Maybe breathe in deep while I'm under water. I don't know, really, but wouldn't it be better to just not exist as compared to existing and always thinking everyone hates me? The only people that really care about me are Liz and my mom. Two people out of this vast, wide world we inhabit. That's all. That means....
Only two out of billions actually want me here. What the hell? I'm so sick of waking up. Every time I do, I wake up to the fact that I'm a failure at everything I set out to do. When you REALLY take that into account, and stop trying to cover with the politically or socially correct bullshit excuses that life is sacred, what the hell is the point of waking up again?
When the only thing I look forward to is being unconscious, why should I ever be conscious again? It's so stupid, y'know? It's such a waste. Someone else would appreciate what I have more, someone else could use it more, and someone else probably needs it, and all I'm doing is wasting it. Don't I have not just a compulsion, but a RESPONSIBILITY to end it? Isn't it something that I don't just want, but have an obligation to do, for the greater good of everyone around me? They'd be better off without me, and I KNOW that's the truth, so don't even say anything to the contrary.
It's all so silly and useless. I want to just stop, just end it, just quit being. There's no reason to keep going. No job, no education, no friends, no family, no amusement, no satisfaction. I'd dare anyone to give me just one good reason to keep breathing, because I know, in my heart of hearts, that they can't. It's so dumb... so stupid.... such a waste. I fail at everything I do or even try to do. I even fail at committing suicide because as many times as I've tried, it's never worked. What kind of pathetic bastard can't even succeed at ceasing respiration? It's just sad.
If I manage to make it to the pool tonight, I'll be happy. You know, I might just walk out of here and start hitchhiking. Maybe I'd eventually end up someplace where I didn't hate myself and everything around me. Even if I didn't, maybe someone would offer to help me avoid having to deal with it again. Ya never know.
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