Name: Anonymous 2007-09-04 7:08 ID:l0as7g14
Life isnt about waiting til life get better. Ive been waiting too long. It took me a long time to conceed hope. Ill never see a sunny day as long as I live. I cant imagine an existence as worthless as mine. Im just tired. Tired of being here. I dont know what I am. I dont know if there is a God or not. How the hell does anyone suppose to know that? Take your own life and you go to hell. Im in hell now. Who made that rule. Why would saving ones self from mental and physical anguish and persecution be called, selfish?
They told me there was nothing out there. Nothing to fear. Ever since I could remember ive always had fear. I fear life more than death. I dont want people to tell me to keep going or its gonna get better. Its not. At what point does it all just start to sound cliche. At what point do you stop and realize, im not gonna make it. I just want someones hand to hold while i close my eyes. Life is a sick game. I have had the rug pulled from under me constantly. Ive been beaten and abused all my life. Mentally tortured. I dont have any control over what happens to me. Im only the puppet. Im not the puppeteer.
You know on the way home from work I keep driving pass this young couple. I cant express the pain and anxiety that shoots through me. I always dreamed about what love would feel like. To hold someones hand. What a kiss feels like, what its like to hug someone other than your mother. Ill never know. Im convinced that my life and my fate was predetermined. I wasnt born to be a successful, happy person. I have every ingredient of a the human example of a nightmare. Ugly as sin. Weak. Mentally ill. Unintelligent. Black. Im just a waste of space and a waste of everyones time. I have nothing to contribute to life. And life has nothing to contribute to me. Other than more suffering. Why am i even writing this. I cant imagine a God who would care.