Optical Rain
Greenlighter
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- May 22, 2014
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It's pathetic. I'm having surgery in the coming weeks and all I can think about is how I hope something goes wrong and I end up dead in the operating table. I have lived for years now with constant pain and sadness. In another ring is the heartbreak that feels just like new, even after a year today. I used to love a girl very much and she was everything to me. Everything. Now I live without even feeling like I'm alive. I don't talk. I don't ever want to see the sun outside. I stay locked inside the apartment. I live with my family when I'm not off studying. They don't even know what to do with me anymore. I know I hurt them and I am so sorry about all that pain I cause. But I can't help but feel that this is it for me.
It's over, that's it. I have given up. But I can't find any relief from the pain even when I live like a defeated dog. I don't cut. I don't drink. I don't do drugs..and I can't end it all myself. That's why, like a coward, I hope that this surgery finally gives me the rest I am ready for.
To alot of people I seem like some sort of self absorbed jerk, maybe that's why no one knows me or cares about me. The truth is that as sappy as it sounds, all I ever wanted were some good friends, one or two would have been nice. And I really wanted to settle down with my girlfriend and start a family. I really wanted a little girl. For the future I imagined snow falling outside my window and my wife and kids around the Christmas tree with warm smiles and the kids playing around. I would think that I would never trade that stuff for the world and I would make my family happy. I never thought that was so much to ask.
I drown regularly in murky thoughts that never seem to make sense. Now its all that plus the heartbreak that never stops mushed together. Just when I think I have hit rock bottom, I crash down to a new level. I look for some type of answer or relief but there is none. And no one can ever seem to help me much because for some reason I can never make sense. When I sleep i always wish I wouldn't wake up again, to disappointment. Maybe with no will to live, the surgery will take alot out of me and finally be the end.
It's over, that's it. I have given up. But I can't find any relief from the pain even when I live like a defeated dog. I don't cut. I don't drink. I don't do drugs..and I can't end it all myself. That's why, like a coward, I hope that this surgery finally gives me the rest I am ready for.
To alot of people I seem like some sort of self absorbed jerk, maybe that's why no one knows me or cares about me. The truth is that as sappy as it sounds, all I ever wanted were some good friends, one or two would have been nice. And I really wanted to settle down with my girlfriend and start a family. I really wanted a little girl. For the future I imagined snow falling outside my window and my wife and kids around the Christmas tree with warm smiles and the kids playing around. I would think that I would never trade that stuff for the world and I would make my family happy. I never thought that was so much to ask.
I drown regularly in murky thoughts that never seem to make sense. Now its all that plus the heartbreak that never stops mushed together. Just when I think I have hit rock bottom, I crash down to a new level. I look for some type of answer or relief but there is none. And no one can ever seem to help me much because for some reason I can never make sense. When I sleep i always wish I wouldn't wake up again, to disappointment. Maybe with no will to live, the surgery will take alot out of me and finally be the end.

