
PlushieLover
XII - THE HANGED MAN
- Mar 24, 2021
- 118
Hello guys, I wanted to tell you about some friend who most likely committed suicide. He was a homeless man around 40 years old who made a living robbing makeup stores and selling what he stole. He lived behind my uncles restaurant and was a friend of mine and my uncles. He was a drug addict and you know all the homeless things. The point is that nobody respect him, he was less valuable than a dog in the perspective of most people. But he overall was a good friend, yeah he was a thief and stuff but he treated me well so that is what matters right? Well, I think he was kind of jealous of me. I was like the perfect boy, I had academic excellence even when my English was not my native language, (I live in the United States and I speak Spanish) I was the president of a school club, I I helped my uncles at work, and I almost got a girlfriend I didn't even like, it was just to make my uncles proud of me. What brad didn't know was that I wanted to fucking end it all because it was all so boring and so dumb. I did not feel any satisfaction in my "achievements" and all that bullshit. Now a year later, I'm an absolute loser, I do not want to go to university nor work or do anything "productive" in general. So that, I'm just like my homie Brad.
And that got me thinking, why are there losers in this world? There are people who are simply born to be successful and people who are not? Like Brad and me.
Sometimes it doesn't matter how hard you try to be successful for society, it never feels good to be successful, at least that's the way it is in my case.
Nobody really treated Brad like a human, and to be honest even I didn't treat him well because he was a "loser"
I don't really understand this world, why are there "successful people" and "losers"
I don't even know what I'm writing about, I'm just assimilating the death of my friend who I didn't treat well. Everything is so sad, so uncontrollable and so empty.
Are there people who are really happy? Because when I had "everything" I didn't feel anything. And now that I have nothing, I still feel nothing.
No matter what I do, everything feels out of my control.
And that got me thinking, why are there losers in this world? There are people who are simply born to be successful and people who are not? Like Brad and me.
Sometimes it doesn't matter how hard you try to be successful for society, it never feels good to be successful, at least that's the way it is in my case.
Nobody really treated Brad like a human, and to be honest even I didn't treat him well because he was a "loser"
I don't really understand this world, why are there "successful people" and "losers"
I don't even know what I'm writing about, I'm just assimilating the death of my friend who I didn't treat well. Everything is so sad, so uncontrollable and so empty.
Are there people who are really happy? Because when I had "everything" I didn't feel anything. And now that I have nothing, I still feel nothing.
No matter what I do, everything feels out of my control.