... when your life is in shambles.
It's May already. I started this year so hopeful, you have no idea. But I guess, bad luck and being miserable doesn't care about the date.
31. That's how old I am today. Haven't had a birthday with my family in 5 years and of course what they wanted to do was celebrate. But I ask them, celebrate what? Do you think I feel like my life is worth celebrating? My existence is worthless and an unnecessary use of resources. There were much more important people who could have used the air I breathe, the food I eat, and there are more important souls to come.
There was a time I would imagine the future before falling asleep. Such a beautiful future. So colourful and full of life and laughter. But all I see now, what I'm assuming, is a pitch black road hopefully leading to my end.
Honestly, I can't wait for the day that I go to sleep and never wake up. I know my family would be sad but time would heal all.
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