I don’t want to do this anymore
I’m so sick of it
Was already driven half crazy by it
Finally a moment of peace
I don’t want anything from anyone
I’ll just eat what’s left in my freezer and that’ll be it
And either I’ll lose weight and finally be the correct size to matter
Or I’ll die
I don’t need food
That has been proven clear by the fact that I can eat nothing and lose no weight
It’s probably a relief
It’s better like this
They would have rathered it be me anyways
I’m nothing
Can’t offer anything
I don’t want to play games
I want to have someone to talk to
Not feel silenced because I’m inconvenient
Sick of virtual everything
Sick of it
Virtual everything
With a bunch of devices I can’t part with or I won’t have anything to do in the part of the days I’m sane for a moment
I’m a petulant child
But she doesn’t want anything to do with me anyways
If I’m going to suffer in silence make it total silence without this false hope of salvation
I doubt she’ll notice
Better to just disappear
I’m only eating what’s in the fridge because it’s wasteful not to
Regret is a fine maiden indeed
I’ll have to rehome my animals anyways so might as well just
Just disappear
What was the point of this life?
Why did you drag me so far for no reason?
Better to not exist
Everything else will go on with or without me
Without me the government with have some change to throw at some other disabled person until this world is done with them like it is me
I want to go home
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