Is there a way to stop needing people? If I could, I would stay as far away from them as I possibly could. People suck, that’s for sure. My life is a sadist creator’s cruelest joke. I can’t be happy without others, but no one wants to be with me. And I don’t want to be with them either, because they always make me miserable anyway.
My life is a fate as bad as that of Sisyphus, and similar in a way. No matter how hard I try at anything, I always end up where I started, having accomplished absolutely nothing at all. But I won’t kill myself. No, I will live for as long as I possibly can, and every day will be filled with pain and suffering. Year in and year out, the only thing that will make me feel slightly better is that when I go to sleep at night I will know that there is one less day for me to live. But I will live, because life is so damn valuable and meaningful, right? Right. So I will go on, but do as little as possible. I will have no dreams or ambitions. I will not try anything I can fail at. I will go to therapy and let them try and fix me until they give up. I will stay in decent physical shape and eat healthy food to prolong my life. I hate my life, but instead of killing myself, I will make it as sad and tragic as I can. And I will be miserable and lonely for years, maybe decades, before it’s over. And when my last day is upon me, I hope I will know it so that I can die a happy man. That is my only remaining wish.
My life is a fate as bad as that of Sisyphus, and similar in a way. No matter how hard I try at anything, I always end up where I started, having accomplished absolutely nothing at all. But I won’t kill myself. No, I will live for as long as I possibly can, and every day will be filled with pain and suffering. Year in and year out, the only thing that will make me feel slightly better is that when I go to sleep at night I will know that there is one less day for me to live. But I will live, because life is so damn valuable and meaningful, right? Right. So I will go on, but do as little as possible. I will have no dreams or ambitions. I will not try anything I can fail at. I will go to therapy and let them try and fix me until they give up. I will stay in decent physical shape and eat healthy food to prolong my life. I hate my life, but instead of killing myself, I will make it as sad and tragic as I can. And I will be miserable and lonely for years, maybe decades, before it’s over. And when my last day is upon me, I hope I will know it so that I can die a happy man. That is my only remaining wish.