GrumpyFrog
Exhausted
- Aug 23, 2020
- 1,913
Nothing I do is ever good enough and the only things that used to make me happy are impossible now because I am simply too old for that. What's the point of trying?
I was told to imagine the tragedy of my suicide for the ones left behind. Oh yeah, sure, I can imagine all the people that are going to be upset quite vividly: my mother bitching about hating funerals and everything about it costing her money, my roommate having to accept that loving cats means you'll have to buy them food and clean their litterboxes sometimes, and managers at both of my jobs being at a loss about who can take on my insane workload now. Tragic indeed.
I was told to imagine the tragedy of my suicide for the ones left behind. Oh yeah, sure, I can imagine all the people that are going to be upset quite vividly: my mother bitching about hating funerals and everything about it costing her money, my roommate having to accept that loving cats means you'll have to buy them food and clean their litterboxes sometimes, and managers at both of my jobs being at a loss about who can take on my insane workload now. Tragic indeed.