I don't have any kind of reason to live. Or to exist. Or anything at all. Yet I do exactly as people tell me to do. They tell me to go to university. I did, then they tell me to have a job. I did. Now they're telling me to get out of my parents home. I can't right now but I eventually will.
Do I have any attachments to any of this? No. I'm living like a ghost. I don't care about any of it and I would rather have died every single day I wake up.
I don't have enough money to maintain myself alone and I will probably just rot away if I try.
But still here I am preparing myself mentally to do this.
I... I am nothing. I'm empty. I don't see a reason to keep going. It's all... So meaningless. I have a few hobbies but they only not bore me. There's no excitement to anything at all.
I take and fake and fake and fake and give back a hollow image of what should be an adult human.
I fell like a monster again. A fake human.
Do I have any attachments to any of this? No. I'm living like a ghost. I don't care about any of it and I would rather have died every single day I wake up.
I don't have enough money to maintain myself alone and I will probably just rot away if I try.
But still here I am preparing myself mentally to do this.
I... I am nothing. I'm empty. I don't see a reason to keep going. It's all... So meaningless. I have a few hobbies but they only not bore me. There's no excitement to anything at all.
I take and fake and fake and fake and give back a hollow image of what should be an adult human.
I fell like a monster again. A fake human.
