mothmanisgay
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- Mar 12, 2024
- 5
I have this very vivid memory of me being 6/7-ish years old, thinking about how painfully long and boring living a whole life would be.
When i was 11 would always say stuff like ''i can't wait to retire'', to the point that my mom was laughing about it.
When i was 14, i was always hoping for the world to end.
I was 16, the pandemic hit, and i lost every single last bit of educational motivation.
I stopped trying at school, and with some very lazy work and pure luck (i guess), im sitting here at my desk, 20 years old, about to finish college (in my country you go to college from ~16 till ~20).
I'll have to find a job, a real job, and work the miserable 9-5 hours. School forced me to do 3 internships, and i got to experience how it would really be to get through weeks of 9-5's, every fucking day, then have some misguided hope for the weekend and boom, its monday again, back to the 9-5.
I can't, i literally just can't. I see no future of me working, day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year. I really can't. And for what? I'll be working to pay bills, to buy food, everything is getting more expensive, in the erea where i live, i can't even rent an appartment if i'd have a fulltime job.
I see no point in living, if the life im doomed to live is filled with work, every single day. I don't know if this is rooted in me being lazy, me getting lazier during the pandemic or anything else like that, i just know that i can't, and won't.
That's why im going to ctb with a excit bag, to take matters into my own hands and go peacefully.
When i was 11 would always say stuff like ''i can't wait to retire'', to the point that my mom was laughing about it.
When i was 14, i was always hoping for the world to end.
I was 16, the pandemic hit, and i lost every single last bit of educational motivation.
I stopped trying at school, and with some very lazy work and pure luck (i guess), im sitting here at my desk, 20 years old, about to finish college (in my country you go to college from ~16 till ~20).
I'll have to find a job, a real job, and work the miserable 9-5 hours. School forced me to do 3 internships, and i got to experience how it would really be to get through weeks of 9-5's, every fucking day, then have some misguided hope for the weekend and boom, its monday again, back to the 9-5.
I can't, i literally just can't. I see no future of me working, day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year. I really can't. And for what? I'll be working to pay bills, to buy food, everything is getting more expensive, in the erea where i live, i can't even rent an appartment if i'd have a fulltime job.
I see no point in living, if the life im doomed to live is filled with work, every single day. I don't know if this is rooted in me being lazy, me getting lazier during the pandemic or anything else like that, i just know that i can't, and won't.
That's why im going to ctb with a excit bag, to take matters into my own hands and go peacefully.
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