
Emerita
Time is terminal
- Jan 16, 2025
- 221
I usually consider myself empathetic, but I can't seem to care about the pain I might leave. I wonder if something is wrong with me. I can't even write a note or say "I'm sorry." It's as if they don't cross my mind, except in this moment of reflection on my emptiness.
I understand grief, yet in my own death it feels nonexistent. I only see the end. Music brings me no joy, food has no taste, and I wake up feeling as if I never slept. I talk without meaning and move without purpose. I feel like nothing, like nobody.
My only desire is to die. Nothing else matters, and as harsh as it sounds, they don't matter to me right now. I can't feel for my family, it's as if I look through them, I can't truly see them. Maybe if they cared I would be able to care?
Does anyone else feel this way? Unable to care for those you will leave behind? I've tried to say sorry, but I can't say what I don't feel. It's like they aren't real to me. Maybe I'm not sorry, and perhaps that's cruel. I just want to go. I'm done. I never felt loved by them, the only love I felt was artificial, a drug, a stupid substance.
Do you feel this way, or can you still care for those you leave behind?
I understand grief, yet in my own death it feels nonexistent. I only see the end. Music brings me no joy, food has no taste, and I wake up feeling as if I never slept. I talk without meaning and move without purpose. I feel like nothing, like nobody.
My only desire is to die. Nothing else matters, and as harsh as it sounds, they don't matter to me right now. I can't feel for my family, it's as if I look through them, I can't truly see them. Maybe if they cared I would be able to care?
Does anyone else feel this way? Unable to care for those you will leave behind? I've tried to say sorry, but I can't say what I don't feel. It's like they aren't real to me. Maybe I'm not sorry, and perhaps that's cruel. I just want to go. I'm done. I never felt loved by them, the only love I felt was artificial, a drug, a stupid substance.
Do you feel this way, or can you still care for those you leave behind?