Random Stories

One of Many

I hate when others force me into something I'm not. I'm sure most have had those kinds of people, and if you haven't, you should be happy about that unless you don't know what the hell you're doing with you borrowed time. I'll be blunt, life is borrowed time because in the end, we all end up dead. I am one of many who are angry at this world we live in. I am one of many that don't understand their purpose. I am one of many that want to give up during hard times. I am one of many that simply wish for something more, something better. I am one of many that have been tempted to give up the time we are given to live on this world for the release of death. I am one of many who constantly wear a mask to hide themselves from the world. I am one of many that wish for a purpose. I am one of many that wish we had not existed to begin with. And I stand here to this day, wishing to do something to end my existence. But I am also one of many that are loved. I am only who I am. I may not make sense, I may not know what I'm talking about completely, I may not understand the world I live in, but I do know what is in my mind. My mind is made up, i want to at all costs, completely erase my existence from all records in this world. My mask shall stay on, and I will search for an answer.