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I'm 36 fucking years old. And it sucks just as bad as you think it does.
I've hated living my whole life. I can't even conceive of how people can enjoy life. My best moments can be described as "not that bad." What's worse is that I already have a great life; except for my lack of sex I everything anybody would want: food, shelter, comfort, etc.
Suicide is on my mind constantly. I think of what a relief it'd be to die, and I long for it. Knowing that I will die eventually is the only thing that brings me consistent contentment. I was just told my friend's older brother has cancer, and is going to die soon. All I can do is grit my teeth in envy.
So why do I still live? After thinking and thinking the answer is very simple; I'm a coward. I want to die, but lack the strength needed to carry out the deed. All I can do is wish for a stray bullet or terminal disease to take me out.
I've hated living my whole life. I can't even conceive of how people can enjoy life. My best moments can be described as "not that bad." What's worse is that I already have a great life; except for my lack of sex I everything anybody would want: food, shelter, comfort, etc.
Suicide is on my mind constantly. I think of what a relief it'd be to die, and I long for it. Knowing that I will die eventually is the only thing that brings me consistent contentment. I was just told my friend's older brother has cancer, and is going to die soon. All I can do is grit my teeth in envy.
So why do I still live? After thinking and thinking the answer is very simple; I'm a coward. I want to die, but lack the strength needed to carry out the deed. All I can do is wish for a stray bullet or terminal disease to take me out.