People always talk that bullshit about how much it devastates "the people who love you", but where the fuck are these funeral-chasing hypocrites when you're alive? The same people who won't call you for months...YEARS... all of a sudden are wracked with grief sobbing over your coffin? Fuck them. I gotta suffer this emptiness, these voices in my head telling me I'm worthless (Every. Single. Goddamn. Day.) just so they can be comfortable in the lie that I'm "alright." Comfortable knowing I'm collecting dust in a closet somewhere just in case they ever get around to me? Fuck that. I'm not a goddamn Stairmaster.
When do I get to have a life? When do I get to enjoy things normal people take for granted? When does the loneliness stop?
I can't afford to keep living check-to-check with not a single positive outlet in my life. I can't afford hobbies. I can't afford to pay for some therapist to talk to me. I can't afford to keep telling doctors "I'm sad" just so I can be prescribed some pills that might work in 6 weeks but historically have made me feel even worse.
I don't even have memories, anymore. It's been so long since I've been "happy", my mind is in a constant fog. Like looking through a window caked in mud. And what's there to remember? All those years I spent alone in a room? All those times I went NOWHERE and did NOTHING?
I can't keep doing this. Every smile is a lie. Every joke is a futile jab against the abyss. I just saw my uncle in his casket and could hardly muster tears for him... I envied him. He finally didn't have to drink himself to into his grave anymore. I could pick a quicker death.
I just want somebody to acknowledge that I fucked my life up. That I'm fucked up. But I guess I'm too good at faking it. Constantly responding with "Nothing" when asked what I've done since yesterday... for the past week... the past year...five years...ten years rings no alarm bells to my "loved" ones. It never "gets better" for me and there's one common denominator: me. I never got to be young and happy and I sure as hell ain't looking forward to old and miserable. So why keep kidding myself? I'm a coward, so why not take "the coward's way out?" What has pride gotten me so far?
When do I get to have a life? When do I get to enjoy things normal people take for granted? When does the loneliness stop?
I can't afford to keep living check-to-check with not a single positive outlet in my life. I can't afford hobbies. I can't afford to pay for some therapist to talk to me. I can't afford to keep telling doctors "I'm sad" just so I can be prescribed some pills that might work in 6 weeks but historically have made me feel even worse.
I don't even have memories, anymore. It's been so long since I've been "happy", my mind is in a constant fog. Like looking through a window caked in mud. And what's there to remember? All those years I spent alone in a room? All those times I went NOWHERE and did NOTHING?
I can't keep doing this. Every smile is a lie. Every joke is a futile jab against the abyss. I just saw my uncle in his casket and could hardly muster tears for him... I envied him. He finally didn't have to drink himself to into his grave anymore. I could pick a quicker death.
I just want somebody to acknowledge that I fucked my life up. That I'm fucked up. But I guess I'm too good at faking it. Constantly responding with "Nothing" when asked what I've done since yesterday... for the past week... the past year...five years...ten years rings no alarm bells to my "loved" ones. It never "gets better" for me and there's one common denominator: me. I never got to be young and happy and I sure as hell ain't looking forward to old and miserable. So why keep kidding myself? I'm a coward, so why not take "the coward's way out?" What has pride gotten me so far?