Rumplestiltskin
Well-known member
15 years, to be exact.
At this point, I think it's fair to say that there's nothing wrong with me. I'm not depressed, I'm not going through a bad patch, I'm not bound to get happier and better over time. I'm just a normal, clearheaded guy who just doesn't want to live anymore. Or, rather, who would have preferred never to have been born in the first place.
How am I supposed to go on living like this? I don't have a job and I have no real chance of getting one. I have beein doing nothing for so much time that right now I can't justify to anyone how void my existence has been (let alone to a recruiter wanting to hear what a self-sufficient and ever-moving person you are). Actually, it is even hard for me to understand how I have gotten to today, to remember what I have been doing during all these empty years.
I've wasted my whole life and now it's too late to make up for it. I can't kill myself because that would hurt my parents, but I have no real interest in living and, much worse than that, I know I never will.
Another day's gone by. Another useless day.
But hey, tomorrow will be another day. Who knows, maybe tomorrow's the day.
I mean, this has to change at some point, hasn't it?
At this point, I think it's fair to say that there's nothing wrong with me. I'm not depressed, I'm not going through a bad patch, I'm not bound to get happier and better over time. I'm just a normal, clearheaded guy who just doesn't want to live anymore. Or, rather, who would have preferred never to have been born in the first place.
How am I supposed to go on living like this? I don't have a job and I have no real chance of getting one. I have beein doing nothing for so much time that right now I can't justify to anyone how void my existence has been (let alone to a recruiter wanting to hear what a self-sufficient and ever-moving person you are). Actually, it is even hard for me to understand how I have gotten to today, to remember what I have been doing during all these empty years.
I've wasted my whole life and now it's too late to make up for it. I can't kill myself because that would hurt my parents, but I have no real interest in living and, much worse than that, I know I never will.
Another day's gone by. Another useless day.
But hey, tomorrow will be another day. Who knows, maybe tomorrow's the day.
I mean, this has to change at some point, hasn't it?