I'm worthless, aren't I? I'll never amount to anything so why am I trying, why am I making an effort? I can help the people around me with their problems, relationships, family issues, but what about me. Who is going to help me with something I can hardly confess about to myself. I went for a walk around the school today in my last period class, I've never took a walk before. What made me take a walk now? All I did was walk around the practically empty halls alone at an oddly slow pace. I just talked in my head. They say we all have a purpose but what is my purpose? I'm never going to make a dent in society, nothing will be provided by me being here on this Earth; all I am is a walking ape.
That's not true, there are people who'd be willing to help the walking ape with whatever demon is ailing it, but will I let them. I'm not useful in any way.
Crying is dumb, all it does is sting your eyes and make your face wet and red. So when I'm done writing this, I will climb into bed and not move. I'll only get up for food and the bathroom. Or I could go to the forest and walk. I think I'll go to the forest, then dissolve to the nothing I've always been when I come back.
Sincerely,
A clinically depressed author
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