trapped
my paradox. it's easier to be dead than alive.
it seems so hard to just die though.
simplicity's sake. there is a loaded gun that would be incredibly easy to point at my own skull and use. simplicity itself.
complexity of hamlet syndrome. i talk about how wonderful it would be to just die. to stop, to just have no more shit to deal with. yet i refuse to just kill myself. i despise being a coward who over-thinks things. however, that has always been a defining trait about myself. then again if one wishes to get into the technicalities of it, i don't want to die or to arrive at that point via suicide. what i want is to just stop living.
it seems so hard to just die though.
simplicity's sake. there is a loaded gun that would be incredibly easy to point at my own skull and use. simplicity itself.
complexity of hamlet syndrome. i talk about how wonderful it would be to just die. to stop, to just have no more shit to deal with. yet i refuse to just kill myself. i despise being a coward who over-thinks things. however, that has always been a defining trait about myself. then again if one wishes to get into the technicalities of it, i don't want to die or to arrive at that point via suicide. what i want is to just stop living.