im ready for the end
It’s more than likely that by the time this is read I’m dead or fucking close to it. It may not even kill me. I do my best in school, I try to get a job, I’m trying to do better as a person, but it’s not enough. I know no one in my family is going to mourn me. Maybe my sister. The rest aren’t even in the same state as us and don’t contact us to begin with. I’m going to take all my medication tonight. I won’t delete these accounts because they show I existed in the first place. Hell, maybe I’ll meet God and ask him why the fuck he did this or even see if reincarnation is a thing. This abomination is your image? Well, God, you fucked up. Children are supposed to bring joy to their parents, not misery. I’m tired of feeling worthless. I’m tired of being screamed at despite doing my best. I’m tired of going to college and have nothing be shown for it. I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of feeling. I’m tired of caring. At Midnight I’m going to do it. I’m checking my online things one last time to even get some joy before I go. Maybe I’ll email my professor that I won’t make it to the online class meeting tomorrow. Goodbye, life. You were a worthless 22 years and have nothing to show for it.
