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February 5th, 2013, 08:19 PM
I don't know what to feel. I've been battling with myself for so long that I don't even know what it's for anymore. I'm so numb to everything, the things in life that I know I should enjoy like friendships and family and all the other crap. It means nothing to me. I feel trapped in this world, knowing that, no matter where I go or what I do, I will just be another forgotten face. My whole life had been a lie to everyone. I'm gay, and the only people who knew left for another college, so once again I'm secluded. And moreover, I feel ashamed to admit it, because I know people will judge me for it. I find myself craving my innocence again, I miss being young and being happy and not giving a shit about anything but being happy - the feelings for a beautiful boy, feelings I was too young to understand. But now that I'm 18, and even before now, I feel like everywhere people judge me and each other because that's what our society has come to. Endlessly sizing one another up to become top-dog. But of what? Money? Power? Our whole fucking existence has become this petty scramble for approval and I think it's all so pointless.
Even now, writing this; people don't give a fuck what I have to say. It doesn't benefit them, so they pass it by. I feel so trapped. So alone. I don't even know why I'm writing this... I just had to tell someone, anyone who would listen. I can feel it coming. My day, where I just get too sick of being scared and miserable to continue. Fuck fighting through it, because in fifty years, no one will remember my name. I guess it's sad that I feel more comfort knowing that I have the power to take my life whenever I like, than knowing I have the rest of my life ahead of me. I'm just so sick of it all. I'm sick of myself.
I've stopped going to college because it makes be feel sick, but I don't know why. I'm in a cycle where one moment I want to do well in life; I'm capable of getting good grades; I want a family, kids. But then I think that it won't matter because in the end, we all fade away. Like I said, I don't know how to feel.
I have a friend, if I can call him that. A boy I met whilst volunteering at a local school. Something I took true joy in, reminiscing about my carefree days, a happiness that I don't ever remembering feeling - I wanted to go to bed so I could wake up the next day and see them. Whenever I talk to him, and hear all the things that are important to him, like the car shaped stone he found in the playground, all the hate, and worry and fear that is so deeply tied in me seems to dissolve away, and whilst I talking to him, all I think is that he's gonna have a great life. But now, I don't even have the drive to get my A-Levels to get into teaching.
Fuck. I've written an essay, but there's so much more I want to say... My title reads 'this might be it', and I really think it might be. They say, when you know you're going to die, the last thing people feel is acceptance. and that's how I feel. If I knew that I was going to die any day now, I wouldn't be worried, I'd welcome it. I truly believe that. I think the only thing stopping me from topping myself is the thought of that boy, and the whole life he has ahead of him.
Even now, writing this; people don't give a fuck what I have to say. It doesn't benefit them, so they pass it by. I feel so trapped. So alone. I don't even know why I'm writing this... I just had to tell someone, anyone who would listen. I can feel it coming. My day, where I just get too sick of being scared and miserable to continue. Fuck fighting through it, because in fifty years, no one will remember my name. I guess it's sad that I feel more comfort knowing that I have the power to take my life whenever I like, than knowing I have the rest of my life ahead of me. I'm just so sick of it all. I'm sick of myself.
I've stopped going to college because it makes be feel sick, but I don't know why. I'm in a cycle where one moment I want to do well in life; I'm capable of getting good grades; I want a family, kids. But then I think that it won't matter because in the end, we all fade away. Like I said, I don't know how to feel.
I have a friend, if I can call him that. A boy I met whilst volunteering at a local school. Something I took true joy in, reminiscing about my carefree days, a happiness that I don't ever remembering feeling - I wanted to go to bed so I could wake up the next day and see them. Whenever I talk to him, and hear all the things that are important to him, like the car shaped stone he found in the playground, all the hate, and worry and fear that is so deeply tied in me seems to dissolve away, and whilst I talking to him, all I think is that he's gonna have a great life. But now, I don't even have the drive to get my A-Levels to get into teaching.
Fuck. I've written an essay, but there's so much more I want to say... My title reads 'this might be it', and I really think it might be. They say, when you know you're going to die, the last thing people feel is acceptance. and that's how I feel. If I knew that I was going to die any day now, I wouldn't be worried, I'd welcome it. I truly believe that. I think the only thing stopping me from topping myself is the thought of that boy, and the whole life he has ahead of him.