Anyone else feel like they're trapped in this hell of a life? I know my survival instincts will forever keep me from killing myself. I guess it's a good thing and it works this way by design, at least it'll force me to keep trying at this stupid game until I get it right...
The point is I don't think I'll ever get it right. Hell, I've been trying to get it right since I was at least 6 years old. I feel like that makes me 10, maybe even 20 years older than most people my age, yet I have nothing to show for it. The truth of the matter is that all it makes me is an old computer running on an outdated system that I can't throw away. It makes cranky noises and it smells like smoke. Maybe one day it'll catch fire for real.
I'm tired of trying to win at this game by playing it on a stupid computer that doesn't work. Wouldn't it be so wonderful to just pull the plug and finally be able to rest my eyes. That's what I imagine death to be like, like a good night sleep after a long day at work spent staring at a screen. Just me floating into space as everyone else behind me gets smaller and smaller... Finally free.