endofafoxtwo
silly red fox guy
- May 1, 2023
- 151
Laying in bed earlier, considering sh.
Think to myself, "is this really what I want to do? Is this what I am?"
And it dawned on me, as Iooked past through my life, I don't have an identity.
I don't have anything much in my memory that I can point to which makes me proud or makes me think "yep! That's me!"
I've never fit in anywhere. I've been isolated my whole life. I have no accomplishments and no dreams. I hate the world around me. I take no joy in my body or in my mind.
I wish someone would just put me out of my fucking misery, already.
I am nobody. I am no-thing. Yet I only understand this logically and not intuitively, so no enlightenment comes.
There's no point to anything. Nothing I can do will make things better, and there's nobody out there to help me.
Fuck, I should have died back in march when I actually had the balls to go through with it. Damn me to hell for being too emotional to remember how to cut properly. Fuck.
This post is meaningless. I could just as easily dump it into a note file and it would have the same effect as posting it online here.
I just want it to end. I wish I could just stop beating this heart, stop bellowing these lungs and just slip away back into chaos.
Fuck, the most pathetic thing is even despite feeeling this way, I also just kind of want someone to hold me and tell me everything's alright. It's embarassing.
Think to myself, "is this really what I want to do? Is this what I am?"
And it dawned on me, as Iooked past through my life, I don't have an identity.
I don't have anything much in my memory that I can point to which makes me proud or makes me think "yep! That's me!"
I've never fit in anywhere. I've been isolated my whole life. I have no accomplishments and no dreams. I hate the world around me. I take no joy in my body or in my mind.
I wish someone would just put me out of my fucking misery, already.
I am nobody. I am no-thing. Yet I only understand this logically and not intuitively, so no enlightenment comes.
There's no point to anything. Nothing I can do will make things better, and there's nobody out there to help me.
Fuck, I should have died back in march when I actually had the balls to go through with it. Damn me to hell for being too emotional to remember how to cut properly. Fuck.
This post is meaningless. I could just as easily dump it into a note file and it would have the same effect as posting it online here.
I just want it to end. I wish I could just stop beating this heart, stop bellowing these lungs and just slip away back into chaos.
Fuck, the most pathetic thing is even despite feeeling this way, I also just kind of want someone to hold me and tell me everything's alright. It's embarassing.
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