my life is going downhill, but don't worry. it's all just a joke.
also, nobody cares, not really.
i am actually impatiently waiting for that "Fight Club" moment of absolute freedom. the moment when you lose absolutely everything, and nothing matters to you any more. i am on my road there, and it sounds truly nice.
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no one talks about suicide any more, but i still think about the obvious dilemma. are those lucky bastards too weak-willed, or are they just having such a hard time that their bodies and their minds are pulverized under all the pressure. i like to add the third option: they are the ones who strives for the ultimate freedom. this is something i can understand.
i own nothing, i am losing the very little i am currently in possession of. nobody remembers me, and no one would miss me. there was just one who loved me, truly, and he left first. he left me behind, all alone.
but, surely, to you suicide is but a joke. something that is far-fetched and far away from you.
perhaps you're right. perhaps it is. see? nobody cares.
