I wrote a suicide note today, the thinking being that I would have an epiphany, or something like that, if I saw the kinds of things I'd be leaving behind; all the tasks I'd leave undone; why I'd feel it was necessary; etc.. It was therapeutic, somewhat, to let it all out.
So what all did I learn? What great insights into my soul and my future did I see laid bare? To whit: I'm a failure with no ambition, I'm too much of a pussy to kill myself anyway, and I owe everyone around me a lot of money.
Well, fuck, I already knew that. Thanks for nothing, suicide note.
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