cinderdust
aspiring an hero
- Apr 27, 2024
- 14
Why is it that the ones who were never there to help always have the most to say? I've been hearing "It gets better." "You'll figure it out." for more than a decade. You'd think that would've happened by now, if that were the case. Life never gets better, or even slightly more tolerable. It's not this fact that infuriates me, though. It's the empty, meaningless hypocrisy from these people who will twist themselves into knots trying to convince you that life is worth living, and it's always these exact people who will NEVER offer you any support, any understanding, not even a shoulder to cry on. It's easy to spout meaningless garbage buzzwords when you don't really care beyond avoiding the hassle if I were to succeed. That's really all it is, honestly. An inconvenience. I'm only alive to make others feel better about themselves, or to spare them the headache of postmortem arrangements. There's no one on this wretched planet I have any real desire to keep living for. A fucking pizza coupon stopped me from attempting more than any parent, counselor, psychiatrist or whatever other glorified snake oil salesman ever did. In life or death, I'll never be more than a prop, a charity case people can feel a bit of pity for before kicking me to the curb once I become too much of an inconvenience. I don't have the energy to be the bigger person anymore. I'm angry and I'm bitter and I fucking deserve to be, and no one is going to convince me otherwise. I'm not going to live the rest of my life out for other people's entertainment.