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Sleepdrifter
Student
- Jun 22, 2020
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The reason for this question is strange. I'm 41, have already attempted multiple attempts on my life. For most recent years, I've been living quite healthily.
Is this really true? I don't eat, sleep, can't find a job, my only occupation is my degree. I drink like crazy, and it doesn't seem to matter how much I drink, or eat, or forget to eat or sleep. It's still waking up to the same worthless life.
This doesn't make sense except: maybe this isn't being alive. Am I dead? Nothing's worse than repetition, and here is repetition. Or loneliness, and here is loneliness. Or faithlessness, and here is faithlessness.
They say there is freedom, but where? Everything I want is expensive. Everything I don't want is reaching for me. That isn't freedom.
I wonder if, the person typing right now, is dead. That this is an illusion, and the past so many years were a lie, and sometime I died somewhere, in a gutter, to end up in some strange other place. That I'm not even that person anymore but an unfortunate being who crossed upon an even more unfortunate being and was thrown into its husk to pretend this was a better life than the wretched thing it came from. Who are we both fooling.
Is this really true? I don't eat, sleep, can't find a job, my only occupation is my degree. I drink like crazy, and it doesn't seem to matter how much I drink, or eat, or forget to eat or sleep. It's still waking up to the same worthless life.
This doesn't make sense except: maybe this isn't being alive. Am I dead? Nothing's worse than repetition, and here is repetition. Or loneliness, and here is loneliness. Or faithlessness, and here is faithlessness.
They say there is freedom, but where? Everything I want is expensive. Everything I don't want is reaching for me. That isn't freedom.
I wonder if, the person typing right now, is dead. That this is an illusion, and the past so many years were a lie, and sometime I died somewhere, in a gutter, to end up in some strange other place. That I'm not even that person anymore but an unfortunate being who crossed upon an even more unfortunate being and was thrown into its husk to pretend this was a better life than the wretched thing it came from. Who are we both fooling.