The Lone Assassin
December 4th, 2014, 05:45 AM
Once again, I find myself here. I may be in collage now, which is much better than school, doing what I want to do. But I still find that my depression just gets worse. They told me that pills appear to be the only solution. But I refuse to take those monstrosities as I don't really want to be a zombie every day of my life.
I just don't understand why I have to live this big heap of misery. Why there is nobody who is close enough to me that actually gives a shit. I wonder why I haven't left this crappy life yet. But, I'm only going to me once. And unless it improves, I'll be glad when my life is over...
I have never found anyone. I have no muscle, I'm just a stick... I am just another guy on the street, nobody gives a fuck about how miserable, lonely and sad I am.
The only real reason Im still alive is because of family. But it won't be long before I loose contact when I've left home. And soon enough, I might actually be happy... When I'm dead.
The sad truth is that I have lost the will to live, the will to give a fucking shit. The will to look for that special someone. What am I supposed to do when I'm too young to go clubbing... I cant find a beautiful boyfriend, all of the guys I fancy are straight... I give up. Nobody wants me so what's the point...
Like I said. I'm just another guy on the street...
I just don't understand why I have to live this big heap of misery. Why there is nobody who is close enough to me that actually gives a shit. I wonder why I haven't left this crappy life yet. But, I'm only going to me once. And unless it improves, I'll be glad when my life is over...
I have never found anyone. I have no muscle, I'm just a stick... I am just another guy on the street, nobody gives a fuck about how miserable, lonely and sad I am.
The only real reason Im still alive is because of family. But it won't be long before I loose contact when I've left home. And soon enough, I might actually be happy... When I'm dead.
The sad truth is that I have lost the will to live, the will to give a fucking shit. The will to look for that special someone. What am I supposed to do when I'm too young to go clubbing... I cant find a beautiful boyfriend, all of the guys I fancy are straight... I give up. Nobody wants me so what's the point...
Like I said. I'm just another guy on the street...