
-nobodyknows-
I will face my fate
- Jun 16, 2024
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I've always been the sort that needed someone else to motivate me. When I'm left alone for an extended period of time, I just sort of shut down.
This may be a little strange to say, but I wish I had someone or something to "live for". A reason to keep moving forward; to keep trying. Right now, everything just feels so cold and empty and pointless, and I can't stand it.
I feel like such a fool. I'm not one of those people who actually has a reason to feel this way. I'm selfish. I want something. Nothing horrible has ever happened to me, so why do I want to die? Shouldn't I be happy with my life the way it is?
And yet, I'm not. I'm so lonely and sad. I don't have anyone I feel close to. The loneliness of it all is driving me crazy. I want something, and yet, even if I had such a thing, would I even realize how important it was to me? Would I still not be satisfied? I don't know.
Still… it would be nice to have someone, a close friend or partner, who would be there. Someone who I could be with when I feel like this. Someone who I could try to live for. If I had someone like that, maybe then I'd be able to deal with this, somehow.
It's funny. I think about how long I've felt this way, and the one constant thing has always been that loneliness. It's always been there. It feels like it may be there forever. I don't know if anyone will ever be able to tear it off of me.
There have been plenty of stressors. But that loneliness is undoubtedly the root of the problem. So… what can I do about that?
That's the thing about loneliness. In the end, there's only so much you can do yourself to try to solve it. You have to rely on others to brush it off of you. However, not everyone is wanted by other people. I think I am probably of that sort. The sort that is not desired by anyone.
And yet, despite all of that, even if I'm no one will ever want me in their life to such an extent, the only thing that someone like me can do is pathetically keep trying. Keep begging; keep pleading. All with a smile, and trying to be the sort of person that someone might desire. It's so, so painful. Especially since nothing ever goes anywhere.
What else am I to do? There's nothing more I can do. I just have to keep trying to hold myself together, and hope that my scars don't scare anyone off. I have to keep doing that, day after day, until it kills me.
I cannot stop. I must not stop. If I stop, I'm dead. It's that simple.
What a disappointing way to live.
This may be a little strange to say, but I wish I had someone or something to "live for". A reason to keep moving forward; to keep trying. Right now, everything just feels so cold and empty and pointless, and I can't stand it.
I feel like such a fool. I'm not one of those people who actually has a reason to feel this way. I'm selfish. I want something. Nothing horrible has ever happened to me, so why do I want to die? Shouldn't I be happy with my life the way it is?
And yet, I'm not. I'm so lonely and sad. I don't have anyone I feel close to. The loneliness of it all is driving me crazy. I want something, and yet, even if I had such a thing, would I even realize how important it was to me? Would I still not be satisfied? I don't know.
Still… it would be nice to have someone, a close friend or partner, who would be there. Someone who I could be with when I feel like this. Someone who I could try to live for. If I had someone like that, maybe then I'd be able to deal with this, somehow.
It's funny. I think about how long I've felt this way, and the one constant thing has always been that loneliness. It's always been there. It feels like it may be there forever. I don't know if anyone will ever be able to tear it off of me.
There have been plenty of stressors. But that loneliness is undoubtedly the root of the problem. So… what can I do about that?
That's the thing about loneliness. In the end, there's only so much you can do yourself to try to solve it. You have to rely on others to brush it off of you. However, not everyone is wanted by other people. I think I am probably of that sort. The sort that is not desired by anyone.
And yet, despite all of that, even if I'm no one will ever want me in their life to such an extent, the only thing that someone like me can do is pathetically keep trying. Keep begging; keep pleading. All with a smile, and trying to be the sort of person that someone might desire. It's so, so painful. Especially since nothing ever goes anywhere.
What else am I to do? There's nothing more I can do. I just have to keep trying to hold myself together, and hope that my scars don't scare anyone off. I have to keep doing that, day after day, until it kills me.
I cannot stop. I must not stop. If I stop, I'm dead. It's that simple.
What a disappointing way to live.