Leaving now would absolutely devastate my parents. I've had a lot of career success recently and I can tell that hearing about me "doing so well" makes them so much happier. It's technically true, my career is going well, but inside I feel utterly hollow. I have no friends, live in a crappy studio apartment because I'm too lazy and cheap to move. My relationship with my family is incredibly strained and painful. I've been trying to do a lot of the work of "being a better person" or whatever, and sure it's yielded "results", but it doesn't change anything about how I really feel about living and life itself. I'm just wearing masks and papering over the cracks on a day by day basis. Nothing has fundamentally changed beneath it all.
Deep down inside I don't want relationships. I don't want friends. I don't want connections. I'm so used to being alone that the mere thought of any of it paralyzes me. There's a scared, confused little kid inside me that just wants to feel like he belongs anywhere in this world, but no matter what he does he just makes everything worse. If I wasn't around my sister would've gotten the support she needed when she needed it. My parents wouldn't have spent so much anger fighting all the time over what a fuckup I would turn out to be. I wouldn't spend a lifetime doing nothing but being one grand disappointment after another, everyone would've gotten exactly what they wanted and needed out of life and each other and I wouldn't be just loafing around sucking up oxygen and waiting to die while I lie to everyone. I was never supposed to be here. I never asked for any of this.
But now I'm stuck here because finding release from all this intolerable bullshit is too upsetting from all the people who I have convinced that I'm not a colossal fucked up weirdo who can barely relate to other human beings, let alone do anything other than wistfully reflect on what a pathetic worthless, sad sack of disappointment I turned out to be. I just can't bear to hurt people in that way. I wish the world hated me as much as I hate myself. It would make everything so much simpler.
So here I am. Here we all are. Stuck in a spiritual concentration camp to be starved and tortured for however long it takes for until we either crack and take the jump, try to rush across the minefields, duck the bullets and claw through the barbed wire in a desperate bid to break free to happiness, or just wither up and wait for death to finally set us free from the neverending agony.
I fucking hate it here.