Once more I have returned to being a cold, unfeeling ghost that hates humanity and everything in it.
And it's all because yesterday, my stepfather was looking for a specific flavor of chips that had gone missing, and thought I ate them. He yelled at me so loud, so high that my ears rang. Then I pointed out that getting this upset over something as minor as a snack food was absolutely pathetic. Then he hit me with a shoe.
I'm done. I can't go back this time. This stuff happens to me so often, so much, that it's not even worth getting angry about or holding a grudge against. I don't hate my stepfather but I hate that he takes things this small so seriously. And every attempt to try to change that has failed miserably, so I'm done.
On top of him calling me an addict, people in public telling me I make excuses and am a child (I had to run an errand by myself the other day and made small talk with an old woman that I almost spat in the face of when she said this), things going wrong every day and machinery and electronics breaking as a routine, I've just come to realize that Earth is nothing but a big blue ball of evil and strife. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I want to die, but I don't want to know what would happen if I pulled the trigger myself. Is there any escape from this horrible, wretched, heinous reality that is life itself?
And I know you'll all tell me to go to the hospital. Being imprisoned in a place where they follow you around and track everything about you and use what you say against you will only lower my morale further.
This place we call Earth is actually Hell in disguise.
And it's all because yesterday, my stepfather was looking for a specific flavor of chips that had gone missing, and thought I ate them. He yelled at me so loud, so high that my ears rang. Then I pointed out that getting this upset over something as minor as a snack food was absolutely pathetic. Then he hit me with a shoe.
I'm done. I can't go back this time. This stuff happens to me so often, so much, that it's not even worth getting angry about or holding a grudge against. I don't hate my stepfather but I hate that he takes things this small so seriously. And every attempt to try to change that has failed miserably, so I'm done.
On top of him calling me an addict, people in public telling me I make excuses and am a child (I had to run an errand by myself the other day and made small talk with an old woman that I almost spat in the face of when she said this), things going wrong every day and machinery and electronics breaking as a routine, I've just come to realize that Earth is nothing but a big blue ball of evil and strife. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I want to die, but I don't want to know what would happen if I pulled the trigger myself. Is there any escape from this horrible, wretched, heinous reality that is life itself?
And I know you'll all tell me to go to the hospital. Being imprisoned in a place where they follow you around and track everything about you and use what you say against you will only lower my morale further.
This place we call Earth is actually Hell in disguise.