DeathDomokun
Ex-Bluelighter
I just don't know what to do. Well I do, I know I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing until something changes.
The thing is, I'm just so sick of it. I'm so lost. I mean, I'm sure we've all heard the quotes about not being lost if you don't have a place to be/direction, but I find that entirely correct. Not knowing where you are, or where you're going, is being lost. By this definition, I'm very fucking lost.
I just, it doesn't make sense. Everyone else seems so fucking content with their lives, and here I am, stuck, stagnant in a pool of shit with crusty shit floating on the top.
Invading all my sense, mildewing any passion I once had, creating this turmoil between apathy and a reason to live. Creating unadulterated dissonance, filling me up to the brim.
I'm just wasting my time away. That's all I've been doing, is just trying to waste away the time in the most efficient manner.
I'm not doing anything with my life, and I don't have the desire to do so.
I don't enjoy anything. I don't have any desire. I don't have any hobbies to pursue, or movies to enjoy, or music to make, or words to write, or mountains to climb.
I'm void of everything that isn't a shitty emotion. I have an abundance of those affecting my consciousness at any given time.
I just can't work it out. I'm going to get kicked out of home soon, and then what? I don't want a job. I don't even want to be alive.
I don't know why I sustain my existence. What am I going to do to continue such a thing? Why would I want to continue to do such a thing?
I'm just so sick of everything. Life seems so bleak, I don't derive any pleasure from this chaotically festering pile of shit that is my awareness. I don't have anything to contribute to society, I don't even like society. The things I can contribute to people are things most anyone should be capable of doing. I don't want to add anything. I don't want to take anything.
The reasons for me to die far outweight the reasons for me to live, and it's not like this is something new. I'm just getting so sick of my existence, you know?
I just don't want to take any more of this. I don't want to deal with this any longer. I don't know why I do, I just know I'm going to continue to do so, but the converse is looking so fucking desirable right now.
The thing is, I'm just so sick of it. I'm so lost. I mean, I'm sure we've all heard the quotes about not being lost if you don't have a place to be/direction, but I find that entirely correct. Not knowing where you are, or where you're going, is being lost. By this definition, I'm very fucking lost.
I just, it doesn't make sense. Everyone else seems so fucking content with their lives, and here I am, stuck, stagnant in a pool of shit with crusty shit floating on the top.
Invading all my sense, mildewing any passion I once had, creating this turmoil between apathy and a reason to live. Creating unadulterated dissonance, filling me up to the brim.
I'm just wasting my time away. That's all I've been doing, is just trying to waste away the time in the most efficient manner.
I'm not doing anything with my life, and I don't have the desire to do so.
I don't enjoy anything. I don't have any desire. I don't have any hobbies to pursue, or movies to enjoy, or music to make, or words to write, or mountains to climb.
I'm void of everything that isn't a shitty emotion. I have an abundance of those affecting my consciousness at any given time.
I just can't work it out. I'm going to get kicked out of home soon, and then what? I don't want a job. I don't even want to be alive.
I don't know why I sustain my existence. What am I going to do to continue such a thing? Why would I want to continue to do such a thing?
I'm just so sick of everything. Life seems so bleak, I don't derive any pleasure from this chaotically festering pile of shit that is my awareness. I don't have anything to contribute to society, I don't even like society. The things I can contribute to people are things most anyone should be capable of doing. I don't want to add anything. I don't want to take anything.
The reasons for me to die far outweight the reasons for me to live, and it's not like this is something new. I'm just getting so sick of my existence, you know?
I just don't want to take any more of this. I don't want to deal with this any longer. I don't know why I do, I just know I'm going to continue to do so, but the converse is looking so fucking desirable right now.

