Hi, are you dead? Good, 'cause I am too. On the inside that is. What you see is merely a shell. Hollow, empty and soulless.
No empathy. No emotion.
Simply a being composed of an extremely combustible mixture of nihilism and self-hate alongside a tinge of acrimony, all emulsified by a proportionate amount of gritty visceral animosity.
Unhappy, joyless. Thoughts depressing, verging precariously towards the suicidal. Each day, I must complete my ritual of doing the same banal things I did the previous day.
Nothing new, nothing different. Not living. Just existing.
Repeating the same things, every day, every month and every year. Not a single difference. Merely completing each day with absolutely zero motivation to anticipate the next.
Speak to me, my friend, I pray thee; what keeps you going? What makes you want to live each day?
Tell me, and I might just find a reason to live again.
Your friend,
Otaru Testimony Afigie
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