Losing my will to live/nothing to live for
Posted: September 21st, 2014, 12:31 am
Hello.
I have nothing to live for, and nothing to look forward to in life.
The drudgery of modern day life is taking it's toll on my soul.
Like a battering ram pounding on the gates for a prolong period of time. The gate is showing signs breakage, like it will
break any any moment.
Everyday is the same.
Get up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep. Rinse and repeat.
Get paid a meager paycheck at the end of the month. Living on scraps.
Work is like prison. One rule after another. My masters demand so much yet give so little in return.
I have my interests and hobbies. They help numb the pain for a short while, but it's not enough.
I often visit prostitutes to alleviate the emptiness. Not just for sex. I just wanted to cuddle with a woman.
It helps, but I can only have access for a hour or two at the most.
And then it goes like the wind. Then it's back to the soul crushing reality.
I was terrified of death when I was a boy, but not anymore.
I always knew that there was a very high chance that I will take my life. I've even chosen the preferred method too.
However I do not wish to check out just yet.
But it's getting harder and harder to keep up with the facade.
I have nothing to live for, and nothing to look forward to in life.
The drudgery of modern day life is taking it's toll on my soul.
Like a battering ram pounding on the gates for a prolong period of time. The gate is showing signs breakage, like it will
break any any moment.
Everyday is the same.
Get up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep. Rinse and repeat.
Get paid a meager paycheck at the end of the month. Living on scraps.
Work is like prison. One rule after another. My masters demand so much yet give so little in return.
I have my interests and hobbies. They help numb the pain for a short while, but it's not enough.
I often visit prostitutes to alleviate the emptiness. Not just for sex. I just wanted to cuddle with a woman.
It helps, but I can only have access for a hour or two at the most.
And then it goes like the wind. Then it's back to the soul crushing reality.
I was terrified of death when I was a boy, but not anymore.
I always knew that there was a very high chance that I will take my life. I've even chosen the preferred method too.
However I do not wish to check out just yet.
But it's getting harder and harder to keep up with the facade.