I dont understand whats going on here. Im relativley happy in life, and have a lot going for me. Before I start, i'd like to say that I am not a heavy drug user, being able to count all my drug uses in my whole life easily. (20 Nos cans at 16, Two nights of weed this year, and two hits of methylone in case your interested.) So this is not a drug related problem.
But every night when I go to sleep, I hope that I never wake up.
Ive had a turbulant past, not one horrible event so to speak, but just consistant fuck ups. For example, shizophrenic family members, mental illness in myself when I was younger, and now three months ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumour.
But I see no reason why this should make me unhappy. I should be thankfull to the universe for giving me such a favourable standard of living. I am otherwise a healthy teenager (17), with a life that many people would envy.
Well to be honest...they can have it.
The metaphor that sums my feelings up the best is that; My life is a rented movie, and Ive watched the begining and ive decided I dont want to watch anymore, and am ready to take it back to the shop. Problem is, Im too scared to take it back myself, and am just waiting for the shop to call me up and ask for it back. I suppose ill just have to wait until then.
Its really a strange feeling. Ive been seriously down in the past (several suicide attempts) but not felt this desperate to die. Im happy, calm and relaxed in 2010, but at the same time, bored, tired, and lathargic.
Any thoughts?
Im done watching this movie.
But every night when I go to sleep, I hope that I never wake up.
Ive had a turbulant past, not one horrible event so to speak, but just consistant fuck ups. For example, shizophrenic family members, mental illness in myself when I was younger, and now three months ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumour.
But I see no reason why this should make me unhappy. I should be thankfull to the universe for giving me such a favourable standard of living. I am otherwise a healthy teenager (17), with a life that many people would envy.
Well to be honest...they can have it.
The metaphor that sums my feelings up the best is that; My life is a rented movie, and Ive watched the begining and ive decided I dont want to watch anymore, and am ready to take it back to the shop. Problem is, Im too scared to take it back myself, and am just waiting for the shop to call me up and ask for it back. I suppose ill just have to wait until then.
Its really a strange feeling. Ive been seriously down in the past (several suicide attempts) but not felt this desperate to die. Im happy, calm and relaxed in 2010, but at the same time, bored, tired, and lathargic.
Any thoughts?
Im done watching this movie.