idhayam
not my world ❦
- Sep 23, 2023
- 44
I hate how a happy ending is never possible.
For me at least, whatever is meant to be happy never ends on a happy note, simply because I miss being happy. Every time I experience authentic happiness, it ends on me yearning for that very experience again. Thus, I never become happy. My most recent holiday that I just finished last week, I could only think about how I will never be able to truly immerse myself with the people around me, because it is not permanent. I hate how memories fade away to the point of forgetting why that time made myself forget what is truly wrong with me in the first place. I suffer because I am absent of meaningful connection, and blame myself and the way I think for it.
Attachment to the past hurts, and the photos that I and others take of myself serve as a reminder of not only the above, but also as a relic of how my life has changed - how my foolish decisions and thoughts alone pushed myself deeper into a hole of hatred, jealousy and loneliness. This thread, the most undetailed of mine, will likely be my penultimate on the forum as I slowly but confidently force myself through the tunnel of self-inflicted death. And I stand to ask, will my happy ending that I longed for become a reality?
For me at least, whatever is meant to be happy never ends on a happy note, simply because I miss being happy. Every time I experience authentic happiness, it ends on me yearning for that very experience again. Thus, I never become happy. My most recent holiday that I just finished last week, I could only think about how I will never be able to truly immerse myself with the people around me, because it is not permanent. I hate how memories fade away to the point of forgetting why that time made myself forget what is truly wrong with me in the first place. I suffer because I am absent of meaningful connection, and blame myself and the way I think for it.
Attachment to the past hurts, and the photos that I and others take of myself serve as a reminder of not only the above, but also as a relic of how my life has changed - how my foolish decisions and thoughts alone pushed myself deeper into a hole of hatred, jealousy and loneliness. This thread, the most undetailed of mine, will likely be my penultimate on the forum as I slowly but confidently force myself through the tunnel of self-inflicted death. And I stand to ask, will my happy ending that I longed for become a reality?