I Should've Been in Fiction

[theviolentpoet]

So.

I'm just not getting anywhere.

There's nothing appealing about adulthood. Nothing.
There's no possible way to remain underage.

I've been burnt out on life for five years.
I've been disappointed in humanity for ten.
I've been unhappy with my situation for fourteen.

It should be clear there is no easy way out.
There is no fast way out.

I've been trying to hold on to, I don't know, something.
What's there to hold on to when you hate the world? When life is a chore?

I'm always so emotionally spent. Yet I'm an insomniac. Not because I don't love sleep - because I don't love waking up.

I resen tother people's happiness. I resent my depressing mindset. I am resentment personified. If only it were a paying job.

I never know what to do. I never know how to do.

What a waste.