About ready to cash in my chips and get the fuck out of life.
I don't know where I'm going in life and frankly, I don't want to know because I'm pretty sure it's nowhere good.
I've been consistenly depressed for the last seven years (started when I was thirteen). I can't function at the level everyone else seems to be able too. I think I'm broken or defective or something. Send me back to the fucking factory to get fixed.
The thought of working a 9-5 job every day for the rest of my life terrifies me. My youth is leaving, day by day. Soon I'll have nothing left but my regret and my sadness. The cruelty and sheer level of fucked-upness in the world depresses me.
I'm a burden on my poor mother, who was pressured into having me by my father who just wanted kids before he left her and his two children. I cost her time, money, and energy. I do nothing to simplify or improve anyone's life.
I don't think I'm equipped to deal with this world. I'm too sensitive and too sad and too emotional.
So, this might be my final goodbye. I just wanted to say that I wanted to be gentle and kind and be that person that brightened up a room when they walked in it, but I can't be. There's something wrong on a fundamental level here. I have a rope and a bar in the closet. Even if I don't do it tonight, it's just a matter of time. This is how I'll meet my end.
Posted May 17, 2016, 6:17 AM UTC
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