Lies, damned lies, and reality
Anyone who ever says that it'll be ok, they LIE.
Anyone who ever says that it'll get better, they LIE.
Anyone who claims to be able to help, they LIE.
Optimists are LIARS.
Because things don't get better. They only get worse.
Hope is a LIE.
Every day I wake up with the FALSE hope that things will improve.
The TRUTH is that every day I wake up is another day closer to my merciful death.
I was born to SUFFER, I will die in suffering.
Any "happiness" is quickly replaced with the truth. The real TRUTH.
Yes, my daughters are a source of "happiness". They are also one of my greatest sources of SELF-DOUBT and SELF-HATRED. It's not their fault, it's mine; I am a horrible father.
Yes, I love my wife, but she is much better without me. This too is my fault; I am a failure of a husband.
I want a career that is completely unobtainable to me because I'm too fucked up.
The future as I hoped it is impossible.
Take your BULLSHIT optimism and shove it up your ass.
Take your power of positive thinking and shove it too.
I am not meant to be happy. I am not supposed to be happy. I am not allowed to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. I have no right to be happy.
Fuck you and your accusations of negativity.
Fuck you and your accusations of self-fulfilling prophecy.
Fuck you and your sickening inability to even so much as try to understand that it WON'T get better, that it DOESN'T get better, that I'm not going to get better.
I'm not just thinking that I'm condemned to live a life of HELL. 31 fucking years of trial and error continue to prove that my life is shit and it will continue to return to that same shit within a very short span of time of the extremely few and impossibly far between fleeting moments of things not being shit.
Life is pain. And I don't even have the capacity to end it.
Anyone who ever says that it'll get better, they LIE.
Anyone who claims to be able to help, they LIE.
Optimists are LIARS.
Because things don't get better. They only get worse.
Hope is a LIE.
Every day I wake up with the FALSE hope that things will improve.
The TRUTH is that every day I wake up is another day closer to my merciful death.
I was born to SUFFER, I will die in suffering.
Any "happiness" is quickly replaced with the truth. The real TRUTH.
Yes, my daughters are a source of "happiness". They are also one of my greatest sources of SELF-DOUBT and SELF-HATRED. It's not their fault, it's mine; I am a horrible father.
Yes, I love my wife, but she is much better without me. This too is my fault; I am a failure of a husband.
I want a career that is completely unobtainable to me because I'm too fucked up.
The future as I hoped it is impossible.
Take your BULLSHIT optimism and shove it up your ass.
Take your power of positive thinking and shove it too.
I am not meant to be happy. I am not supposed to be happy. I am not allowed to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. I have no right to be happy.
Fuck you and your accusations of negativity.
Fuck you and your accusations of self-fulfilling prophecy.
Fuck you and your sickening inability to even so much as try to understand that it WON'T get better, that it DOESN'T get better, that I'm not going to get better.
I'm not just thinking that I'm condemned to live a life of HELL. 31 fucking years of trial and error continue to prove that my life is shit and it will continue to return to that same shit within a very short span of time of the extremely few and impossibly far between fleeting moments of things not being shit.
Life is pain. And I don't even have the capacity to end it.