Now before you even attempt to offer me the obligatory “you have much to live for” hyperbole I’d like to make one thing abundantly clear. I have considered my situation very carefully and using basic logic have come to the conclusion that I am better off dead than alive. Actually, it’s a bit more than that. Not only am I better off dead than alive my wife would be as well. I just took stock of my life and there is absolutely no reason for me to be alive. No one, not even myself, actually benefits from me being alive. For one, I don’t enjoy life. Every day is at best an exercise in tedium and futility, at worst, a waking nightmare. My wife, who is the most wonderful person I’ve ever known, would be better off without me as well. I am consistently mean to her as I am consistently in a foul mood. She wants to have a child and having a child is the furthest thing from my mind. For one, why would I want to bring another life into this cesspool of a planet? Talk about being selfish. Secondly, why would I want to pass on my horrendous bloodline? My mother is mentally ill, I am as well and my brother, well let’s just say he’s a selfish prick, a classic sociopath. My blood is tainted and I don’t wish to subject another human to my pain. So, as you can plainly see my wife would be better off if I were gone as she could meet a man (a real man) someone who will treat her better than I ever could. I’m also worth 500k dead (life insurance) and I’m sure that will help her along in life more than I ever could as well. My family, well I pretty much described them above so they are no concern of mine. They offer me nothing in the way of support or love nor do I have anything to offer them. Friends? Don’t have any. I did have a scant few friends but I’ve lost them over the years due to my inability to socialize. I get extremely anxious in social situations so much so that I don’t even feel comfortable around people I’ve known since childhood. This also affects my wife as I never take her anywhere, we never go anywhere because I am uncomfortable around other people. She plays it off like it doesn’t bother her but I know it does. How can it not? All her friends have normal husbands who take them out and do, well, normal things. Once again, she’d be better off with another man.
So here I am confident in my conclusion that I simply have no reason to live. Can you give me one? Can you? If you can I’ll reconsider otherwise, farewell.
Thanks for listening
So here I am confident in my conclusion that I simply have no reason to live. Can you give me one? Can you? If you can I’ll reconsider otherwise, farewell.
Thanks for listening