So many nights spent alone in this apartment. Sometimes I feel like it is just practice for my inevitable future. No matter how many roommates, brief relationships, or how many friendship I cultivate through the years, I always end up alone and isolated.
Sometimes I wonder how much it would take to let go of this survivor's instinct and take the headlong plunge into the abyss. . . .
So many people are so against it. How bad do things have to get before contemplation turns into attempt, and attempt into success? How much willpower those people had to fight the baser instinct of survival to complete their goal of self inflicted death.
Every man, women, and child is born upon this earth doomed to die. Date and method of execution unknown. Its not the best idea to try and hurry the inevitable along. I have to constantly remind myself to take it one day at a time. Enjoy the little pleasures that I have. Spend time with those around me who make this life worth living, and find a few moments' peace whenever I can. Some days are a lot easier then others though.
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