Same. Same. Same.
I give up.
I am done.
Where do I get off this merry-go-round?
I am not suicidal.
Suicide would be redundant.
I am already long dead.
Or more precisely, my life story ended but I forgot to die.
God is not vengeful.
The Universe is not cruel.
They just forgot to kill me.
They forgot me completely.
All of the pain and regret and fear and disappointment are just a dull ache.
Is this done?
Can I stop writing this now?
I should not have started.
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