what is the meaning of this? this torture? this so called life I'm living?
i don't want to exist.
i sometimes wish i could've died in my mothers womb.
i sometimes wish that i had a reason to be sad.
i don't.
i just am.
it's selfish.
it's conceited.
it's disgusting.
but i am sad, at least i think i am.
i don't know.
maybe this is just a phase.
but...but i think i've always felt a tinge of sadness in me.
even when i was little.
i just never told anyone about it.
i thought it was wrong.
and the more i tried to make it go away, the more it engulfed my soul.
maybe this is just who i'm meant to be.
i mean, the world needs miserable people from time to time.
some have it as a part time job, while others have it as a full time job.
well, if i am who i think i am.
i am definitely going to ask for a raise.
