My life does not belong to me. I'm just the unfortunate fool who's forced to live it. In truth my life belongs to the people who want it to exist. The parents and siblings. The people who have convinced themselves that I matter. So now no matter how badly I want it all to end it doesn't change anything. Because ultimately it is not up to me to decide if these people get to have me around. I only exist to justify the selfishness of people who "love" me. I'm nothing more than a token.
The very fact that I exist fills me with so much rage and dismay. I am so unbelievably sick of the world I live in. I can't tolerate it. I just fucking can't. I hope god does exist so I can call them a **** to their face when I finally bite the dust
The very fact that I exist fills me with so much rage and dismay. I am so unbelievably sick of the world I live in. I can't tolerate it. I just fucking can't. I hope god does exist so I can call them a **** to their face when I finally bite the dust