What if I just dropped everything and took my own life, just like that?
Because hey, it’s so much easier.
Instant relief, instant gratification.
Like a drug I’d take at every end of the day just to remember a semblance of what it’s like to feel alive,
Instead of swallowing a bullet everyday like some sort of vitamin pill, hoping that each gulp down my throat would finally be the last.
Because I don’t owe the world anything. Why should I?
Why do I have to prove myself to it?
Why do I have to crawl and fight and persevere to get to where I am when other people can just waltz right in and get the same things I’m struggling so hard to grasp?
It’s not fair.
It’s not fucking fair.
And I am so,