Seems like suicide is the thing I always keep coming back to. The older I get (and I'm not even 30 yet), the less afraid I am of dying and the less attached I am to life, while I keep suffering and suffering month after month, year after year. Maybe it could get better, but why does it matter? I won't be around to regret potentially missing out on some nice experiences if I'm dead. I guess I am sticking around because there are ways in which I can be helpful to certain causes I care about. However, I do not enjoy being here, I think that humanity would have been better off never having existed and it's a tragedy that it has.
If only I could tell all this to the people I know, to my friends and family, tell them that's how I feel. But they wouldn't get it and they'd get worried and I don't want that.
If only I could tell all this to the people I know, to my friends and family, tell them that's how I feel. But they wouldn't get it and they'd get worried and I don't want that.
