The meaning of life
There is none. We were meant to die horrible deaths. One way or another. I'm so sick of life. I can't take it anymore. I'm going insane. I want to die. I see no happiness in life, ever. And I do mean EVER. Used to be life was lived in darkness, but while I was down in the hole, at least you could still see a glimmer of light, of the escape from it. That's been gone for quite a while. Won't someone please just kill me? I don't want much from the world. I feel like I'm failing my classes because my grades are not perfect. I feel like I'm failing my family because I'm not there for them enough. I feel like I failed the brotherhood because I let my shit get between them and I. I nearly stabbed one a few days ago. If Sean hadn't stepped in, Kamor would have a knife wound right now. I feel like I'm failing the woman I love because I can't even cheer her up anymore. She's about as inconsolable as I am. I'm losing my mind. Correction, I've lost it. It's now that I'm despairing over it. Every heart beat feels painful. Every waking moment is filled with thoughts of disappointment, over myself and others who I'm sure I let down. I don't deserve to live. And with that I say to you good night.