- Jun 18, 2018
i loathe irrational people.
It'd be faster to list the things that don't, to be honest. Ultimately though, I'm just exhausted. Exhausted by the emptiness. Exhausted by the boredom. Exhausted by the pain. But, most of all, exhausted of being alive. There's nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to be & no one to know. Having said that, it's really no wonder that from the moment I get up to the moment I fall back to sleep my most predominant thoughts are those related to sprinting through the proverbial fire exit door out of life itself. I just don't like it here and want to leave. The fact that I can't makes suicidal thoughts even more frequent.
They never even really loved each other.Just thinking about it all. Two horny people had sex and they made me. That's basically all it takes to create a sentient being capable of immerse suffering. Two horny idiots, one orgasm... decades of pain and struggle, sickness and death.
This is absurd.