I've been told I need to do this so *trigger warning* for the whole post. Just to cover my @$%, it's a warning for everything from "defined roles" to self-harm talk to suicidal thoughts.
What's the point anymore? There is none. It's just a stupid circle we find ourselves running around in and I'm sick of it. I feel like a dog chasing it's tail. We get up, we go to school, we sleep. We get up, we work, we sleep. We get up, we sit around in f@#$ing retirement because we're old, we sleep. What's the freaking point? (I hate being told to watch my language but whatever).
I'm tired of failing. I'm tired of barely scraping by in life. I'm tired of being poor. I'm tired of watching dreams shatter like glass and being unable to pick up the pieces. I'm tired of feeling like a freak, a burden on others, a weakling for not being able to handle things like stress as well as other people. I've been tired of it since the body/I was 13 and nothing's changed. I'm done. I tired of being tired. I want to just end it all and be done with it.
*sigh* But it won't happen...it never will...Cassandra would never let me go through with it. The others wouldn't either, though I can tell they're wearing down. The fighter's losing her will to fight. If you fight all your life, you'll reach a point where you can't fight anymore (Kat). The wise is wearing thin, not knowing how to keep things under control anymore and still healing from her own pain (Rain). The little one's (Cassie) being ignored due to the chaos the other young one (Gertrude) has caused in the system. Fear overwhelms the animalistic one, and she stays in a room, afraid to come out (Ray). And as for Him...He's enjoying the show. The slow, painful road that leads to a breaking point where someone will snap, and He'll be triggered ("Hannibal"). We're all wearing thin, and I don't know what the point of trying is anymore.
We try to hold a job and fail, unless it's a low-stress job but usually those are also low-income and low-hours and we can't live off of that. We just got rejected by our 8th interview...I just want to give up...Even if we got a job, we'd still be poor, so what's the point? We're just a bit poorer without a job. *sigh*
My name is L.C. I'm 16. I'm apathetic towards basically everything and dark. I use cutting as a way to cope but lately I've been stopped. Rain says we can't have cuts while job searching, Kat doesn't want me to use a non-serrated knife, Cassie doesn't want to feel the pain, etc. etc., the reasons go on. I'm the first breaking point. I'm the one that doesn't get back up when life knocks me down. When Cassandra and/or the others can't handle something, I used to be able to reach for a knife and the stress went away. But I can't do that, so I'm ranting on here. Cassandra's unaware of this, so I hope it's ok, though I don't really care at the moment if it isn't. I'm just tired of everything...I don't want to do this anymore...I wish there was a way to "quit" life (aside from suicide)...