at some point in time. i think it will be best to assume that i will need to commit suicide.
i want to stop living, go straight to hell and live there.
i'm somehow fucking rubbish at everything except english. why?
i would love to travel back in time and kill myself as when i was forming as an embryo. cause myself to become a fucking miscarriage.
i think we need to stop feeding our children garbage and telling them they can be whatever the fuck they want to be. because money is always fucking more important than having lived satisfied.
why can't suicide be a legitimate reset button?
i've made so many mistakes. and i will continue making mistakes as i live. i don't want to fucking making mistakes anymore. end the fucking story already.
live and work till 60. retire with a fat bank account. are you not happy? i'm not.
i need to kill myself so many times that i will not be reborn for the next 3000 cycles.
show me a picture of someone truly living the good life. and i'll tell you, that fucking bastard's a one in a million. then ask the fucker, why isn't that you then?
i'm done being pessimistic. don't tell me to be optimistic. you should instead encourage me to be a very good casual conman.
if people like me committed suicide more often, i can guarantee that we'll have stopped world hunger, ended the debt crises and fixed the overpopulation problem.
never compare me or others in my position to someone in a destitute country. we're not brought up the same. and were our positions swapped i can't guarantee that person would not give a fuck about me either. we do not live the same lives. i certainly don't take things for granted. but i certainly will have different priorities than the destitute person. let's put it this way. let me give an example: your child and another person's child are both at opposite ends of the same room, you are in the middle of your room; at the ends of the room are horrific traps designed to kill both kids in a heartbeat. which child would you save first? in most cases, it would be your own. my point? you have your own priorities. you will almost always place you and yours ahead of others. your opportunities have afforded you to be worried about other things. you would have enough issues on your plate that you wouldn't even think of worrying about another person, at least not till they appear in the news. and even so, you'd worry about them for only a short while. focus on the things that matter most to yourself. the only reason you should care about others is when you are secure in your own position. get your own house in order before fixing someone else's.
i fucking hate life. you've equipped me with certain skills that i can use or sell as a service. but you always remove the things i want to improve upon. and even then good luck, because someone else would have rolled the dice and scored perfectly. somehow we're always expected to top that. i want to kill myself.
i have failed at life. i have failed to give it anything meaningful. i have failed myself. i cannot do anything i wanted to do and the things i am good at are rubbish. i fucked up my education. i fucked myself. now, i can't even commit suicide because of my parents and family. if i continue i know for sure i'll have a mid life crisis or just off myself. if only it were that easy though. i'm never going to be successful. i'll never taste even a drop of it. i'm a drone in an office in the middle of a desert. i will never equate success in that office as a personal success. i'm depressed that nothing i do will ever come to fruition and whatever so-called good opportunities i have take me further away from what i want. i'm far enough now that i've lost sight of what i've always wanted and can't go back. i can't pull all nighters anymore. i'm out of shape. i past the stage of being fucking suicidal. i'm tired. i want to end this. i just want to disappear and never exist. i hate the charlatans that preach to us that we can be whatever we set our minds to. we can't and we won't ever make it. i always take good things with a pinch of salt. there's always a fucking catch somewhere. i hate the fact i'm reduced to working in an office. that's not where i want to be. and if you want to work in a fucking office, you can fucking have it. leave me out of it. i want to go home.
i'm in my own house, in my own room and i still tell myself that i want to go home.
i want to stop living, go straight to hell and live there.
i'm somehow fucking rubbish at everything except english. why?
i would love to travel back in time and kill myself as when i was forming as an embryo. cause myself to become a fucking miscarriage.
i think we need to stop feeding our children garbage and telling them they can be whatever the fuck they want to be. because money is always fucking more important than having lived satisfied.
why can't suicide be a legitimate reset button?
i've made so many mistakes. and i will continue making mistakes as i live. i don't want to fucking making mistakes anymore. end the fucking story already.
live and work till 60. retire with a fat bank account. are you not happy? i'm not.
i need to kill myself so many times that i will not be reborn for the next 3000 cycles.
show me a picture of someone truly living the good life. and i'll tell you, that fucking bastard's a one in a million. then ask the fucker, why isn't that you then?
i'm done being pessimistic. don't tell me to be optimistic. you should instead encourage me to be a very good casual conman.
if people like me committed suicide more often, i can guarantee that we'll have stopped world hunger, ended the debt crises and fixed the overpopulation problem.
never compare me or others in my position to someone in a destitute country. we're not brought up the same. and were our positions swapped i can't guarantee that person would not give a fuck about me either. we do not live the same lives. i certainly don't take things for granted. but i certainly will have different priorities than the destitute person. let's put it this way. let me give an example: your child and another person's child are both at opposite ends of the same room, you are in the middle of your room; at the ends of the room are horrific traps designed to kill both kids in a heartbeat. which child would you save first? in most cases, it would be your own. my point? you have your own priorities. you will almost always place you and yours ahead of others. your opportunities have afforded you to be worried about other things. you would have enough issues on your plate that you wouldn't even think of worrying about another person, at least not till they appear in the news. and even so, you'd worry about them for only a short while. focus on the things that matter most to yourself. the only reason you should care about others is when you are secure in your own position. get your own house in order before fixing someone else's.
i fucking hate life. you've equipped me with certain skills that i can use or sell as a service. but you always remove the things i want to improve upon. and even then good luck, because someone else would have rolled the dice and scored perfectly. somehow we're always expected to top that. i want to kill myself.
i have failed at life. i have failed to give it anything meaningful. i have failed myself. i cannot do anything i wanted to do and the things i am good at are rubbish. i fucked up my education. i fucked myself. now, i can't even commit suicide because of my parents and family. if i continue i know for sure i'll have a mid life crisis or just off myself. if only it were that easy though. i'm never going to be successful. i'll never taste even a drop of it. i'm a drone in an office in the middle of a desert. i will never equate success in that office as a personal success. i'm depressed that nothing i do will ever come to fruition and whatever so-called good opportunities i have take me further away from what i want. i'm far enough now that i've lost sight of what i've always wanted and can't go back. i can't pull all nighters anymore. i'm out of shape. i past the stage of being fucking suicidal. i'm tired. i want to end this. i just want to disappear and never exist. i hate the charlatans that preach to us that we can be whatever we set our minds to. we can't and we won't ever make it. i always take good things with a pinch of salt. there's always a fucking catch somewhere. i hate the fact i'm reduced to working in an office. that's not where i want to be. and if you want to work in a fucking office, you can fucking have it. leave me out of it. i want to go home.
i'm in my own house, in my own room and i still tell myself that i want to go home.
