woofwag
Bad dog
- Sep 17, 2025
- 318
I don't think I could ever tell another suicidal person the things I tell myself. So often people end up changing their minds and then resenting you for agreeing with them. But I stand by it nonetheless. Because why can't I give in to my misery? Everyone insists so much of me. That I can't die, so instead I must work, I must move, I must maintain myself, I must pump pills into my body, I must contribute to society. Why? It feels like I'm a slave to living. I mean, according to others, I don't get to choose whether I participate in this system or not.
I didn't ask to be this way. I know none of us did. But apparently, we're supposed to just deal with it. Accept how miserable we are and move on. Well I don't want to. I don't accept that. It's infuriating that I'm supposed to. Sometimes, I want to die as an act of defiance. Just to prove I don't have to do any of this shit. Fuck the world. I want out.
I didn't ask to be this way. I know none of us did. But apparently, we're supposed to just deal with it. Accept how miserable we are and move on. Well I don't want to. I don't accept that. It's infuriating that I'm supposed to. Sometimes, I want to die as an act of defiance. Just to prove I don't have to do any of this shit. Fuck the world. I want out.