Rocinante
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand
- Aug 26, 2022
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I don't even feel like a person most waking hours. More like a husk that is left to roam this world. I fail to get enjoyment out of things, and I refuse to find anything entertaining. I wish I could cease to exist, but instead I'm burdened with a life I didn't consent to. Don't think I'll ever actually commit suicide unless I'm pushed to that point. Have too much hope. But I have been feeling more brutal recently. It's over, this is unfair. I hate that this process will continue forever, where my mood fluctuates by the day.
No one around me wants to be friends, or they just tolerate me. Or endure me, at best. If I didn't have to interact with people that disliked me I wouldn't feel so down about myself.
No one around me wants to be friends, or they just tolerate me. Or endure me, at best. If I didn't have to interact with people that disliked me I wouldn't feel so down about myself.