Getting Sick of It…

Every day i wake up and wonder why cant i just sleep forever?...

I’m Getting Sick of It…

I spend every second of every single day trying to make sure that I am “alive”. 

I used to love who I was, but now, I just want to erase the image in the mirror. I want to disappear...

Hint: If you’ve been depressed for years, the odds are, years from now you’ll still be depressed....

Time to finally accept that life is a random walk. It may bounce up and down a little here and there, but where you are emotionally today is very likely where you will be years from now. This whole “I’ll give it one more chance” is bullshit. Life is just going to take that “one more chance” and fucking do with it whatever it did with the last fifty chances.

Are you generally a happy person but feeling down right now? Good news: you’ll likely return to your norm soon and be happy again.

Are you generally an unhappy person and been like that for the last few years? In that case you’ll likely stay that way for a very long while, most likely the rest of your life.

Time to face it: this IS as good as it gets.

Why must we suffer? And why does it seem like it’s all in vain? I am beginning to think that my own suffering is surely in vain; it doesn’t make me a stronger person or build my character, or give me any new insight.  It simply sucks the life from me like a parasite. If I knew somehow that I had a future, a real chance, perhaps I could push through.

I wonder how many of us would be able to make it through if we just had something (or someone) to validate our existence on this earth–– to just validate our suffering, and to tell us that it’s not in vain, and that we are meaningful in all of our imperfection and misery.