RoyaleDuke
Banned
I guess this is goodbye.
My parents lost a very important case regarding a car accident that completely destroyed our sad existence.
I have been through so much in my life, I don't think I can take this. I think I am done.
Nothing matters, justice doesn't matter and God laughs at my misfortune or clearly hates me.
My life has been a series of terrible things, I survived attempted rape at the age of 12.
I spent the entirety of my school years trying not to get beaten into unconsciousness, protecting others, and eating a shit sandwich every goddamn day.
People would always tell me it would get better but it never did. I can't even remember a time when I was actually happy. I've been miserable and sick my whole life.
These days I am so miserable and sick, I wonder what the point of living really is, if there is any point to finishing my novel because it most likely won't even improve my life.
So I leave novels behind, what then? What the fuck then? The world won't change and people won't magically give a fuck about my life or the lives of people like me.
It's winter and my family is going to be homeless soon, I am going to have to sell all my things.
The things that keep me alive, that make me not want to kill myself every fucking day.
So I guess goodbye, it's been nice knowing you guys.
Oh and God, if you get internet in Heaven, I am going to personally slap you multiple times in the face with my seven inch average-above average dick then skull fuck you for a few years because why not.
Then, then I am going to have a nice long discussion with your corpse, because I'd rather keep the realism of you not talking ever. Because nothing you say will ever, ever, ever make up for this sorry excuse of a petri dish you call life.
My parents lost a very important case regarding a car accident that completely destroyed our sad existence.
I have been through so much in my life, I don't think I can take this. I think I am done.
Nothing matters, justice doesn't matter and God laughs at my misfortune or clearly hates me.
My life has been a series of terrible things, I survived attempted rape at the age of 12.
I spent the entirety of my school years trying not to get beaten into unconsciousness, protecting others, and eating a shit sandwich every goddamn day.
People would always tell me it would get better but it never did. I can't even remember a time when I was actually happy. I've been miserable and sick my whole life.
These days I am so miserable and sick, I wonder what the point of living really is, if there is any point to finishing my novel because it most likely won't even improve my life.
So I leave novels behind, what then? What the fuck then? The world won't change and people won't magically give a fuck about my life or the lives of people like me.
It's winter and my family is going to be homeless soon, I am going to have to sell all my things.
The things that keep me alive, that make me not want to kill myself every fucking day.
So I guess goodbye, it's been nice knowing you guys.
Oh and God, if you get internet in Heaven, I am going to personally slap you multiple times in the face with my seven inch average-above average dick then skull fuck you for a few years because why not.
Then, then I am going to have a nice long discussion with your corpse, because I'd rather keep the realism of you not talking ever. Because nothing you say will ever, ever, ever make up for this sorry excuse of a petri dish you call life.