I told myself that when I came back, I wouldn't post about myself immediately, and would focus on interacting with others more, since I've been mostly offline for a while.
I shouldn't be surprised, I already know I'm self-serving and self-centered.
I don't want to die. Not right now. Sometimes I'm unsure how I feel, but not now. I don't want to die now. I don't even want a good life anymore, I just want to live in a way that's bearable. I just want to live. I haven't in a long time. I don't want a nice home, just a shitty, tiny, apartment. Shitty, but my own private space, mine. I don't want a good job, just one that's not physically painful. I don't want a lot of free time, just a few days a week of true free time, not time off work that gets all spent on housekeeping. I don't think I'm asking a lot. I keep daydreaming about this bare minimum life, and trying to reach it, but even affording half of monthly rent is a pipe dream, and I know it.
I've said all this before probably a hundred times. I can complain all day and night about things being unfair. It's not like it amounts to anything. No amount of crying, "I don't deserve this," or, "you don't deserve this" will make God or anyone appear out of thin air and alleviate our pain. So I don't know what I'm hoping for. I'm no different from a little kid crying when their teacher tells them they can't be a princess when they grow up. It's no different, a dream with no leg to stand on, but I keep torturing myself for it anyways.
I rarely wish death upon others, but right now, I almost wish a meteor would wipe the planet out. Not out of hatred for humanity, but out of mercy. The only thing more unbearable than suffering and being powerless to change it is watching others suffer, and still being powerless to change that.