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CowsAreCool
Student
- Sep 21, 2021
- 149
I moved away from home. I don't talk with any of my high school/college friends anymore. I haven't made new friends in forever, partly because of Covid. I don't even have anything in common with people.
I deleted my social media. Why watch other peoples lives from a distance? I don't like modern college culture. Drinking and carelessness. I live in isolation, not by choice.
My parents maybe call me once a month. They end the call after half an hour usually. I'm the less successful son. What do they care? When I decided to move thousands of miles away, they didn't protest. I need to be independent, right? I brought up how I was conflicted about returning home for the summer, or remaining here. They responded "well let me know what you decide". They are indifferent to having me around.
I spend my days sitting alone and reading. Reading the news and being angry about what I'm told to be angry about. Watching TV. Wishing I didn't exist. I have nobody. I work, and study, and sleep, and repeat.
Yet if I die? I know my parents wouldn't recover. They'd let it manifest them, and remember the happy times when I was younger and lived with them. Friends who haven't spoken to me in years would probably be upset, and pretend like we were close. Everyone would suddenly care, and I would be the selfish bad guy who instilled all this grief on my "loved ones". My siblings would be upset. They don't even return my text messages right now.
Why? Why do I only matter if I'm dead? Nobody wants anything to do with me now. I'm in the background of the world, observing. I'm not able to be a part of it, but I can't leave it either?
It's like how people want things they can't have. They hate permenance. They pretend to care about you, but while you're living you're just you. Once you're dead, you become this romanticized version of yourself. You were a great person and nobody saw it coming. It's designed to worsen grief.
It's all BS. I'm gone now. If I'm gone forever, what changed? When were people going to start caring again?
I deleted my social media. Why watch other peoples lives from a distance? I don't like modern college culture. Drinking and carelessness. I live in isolation, not by choice.
My parents maybe call me once a month. They end the call after half an hour usually. I'm the less successful son. What do they care? When I decided to move thousands of miles away, they didn't protest. I need to be independent, right? I brought up how I was conflicted about returning home for the summer, or remaining here. They responded "well let me know what you decide". They are indifferent to having me around.
I spend my days sitting alone and reading. Reading the news and being angry about what I'm told to be angry about. Watching TV. Wishing I didn't exist. I have nobody. I work, and study, and sleep, and repeat.
Yet if I die? I know my parents wouldn't recover. They'd let it manifest them, and remember the happy times when I was younger and lived with them. Friends who haven't spoken to me in years would probably be upset, and pretend like we were close. Everyone would suddenly care, and I would be the selfish bad guy who instilled all this grief on my "loved ones". My siblings would be upset. They don't even return my text messages right now.
Why? Why do I only matter if I'm dead? Nobody wants anything to do with me now. I'm in the background of the world, observing. I'm not able to be a part of it, but I can't leave it either?
It's like how people want things they can't have. They hate permenance. They pretend to care about you, but while you're living you're just you. Once you're dead, you become this romanticized version of yourself. You were a great person and nobody saw it coming. It's designed to worsen grief.
It's all BS. I'm gone now. If I'm gone forever, what changed? When were people going to start caring again?