kane
Student
- Jun 26, 2020
- 171
Time and time again I try to think things through rationally, and come to the decision that I should carry on, at least for a few years. But after a brief period of clarity, I sink back into this kind of malaise. Emotionally, I just don't want to be here anymore. I'm scared of death. But I don't actually want to live this life. There's no meaning here for me. Just the ghosts where meaning used to be.
I feel like some kind of petulant child, I can't bring myself to really try. I don't care enough about anything. The only thing that really drives me is fear, and when that fades, nothing is left. Nothing seems worth living for.
I feel like some kind of petulant child, I can't bring myself to really try. I don't care enough about anything. The only thing that really drives me is fear, and when that fades, nothing is left. Nothing seems worth living for.