[160] Assignment 1: “Numbers”
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I wonder why it’s considered a “success” to fail at committing suicide.
The accumulation of perceived failure drives people
Whether it is for better or for worse.
Whether it brings motivation to change and try again,
Or to erase your empty husk full of worthlessness from existence.
Are we really so bent on trying to save others before we try to understand their pain?
For what reason do you think you have in knowing their pain?
You really are a terrible support.
As I watch the raindrops fall against my window I wonder, “Why can’t I be one of those?”
I want my meaning to be as meaningless as one drop of rain.
Something so simple and therapeutic – there goes one, and another, and another…
An object which can be alike with the rest, and yet so far off.
I do not wish to be the rain – just one single drop.
Then when my time is done I can hit the ground and become nothing else.
Set yourself for something better than you deserve and you will know that you’re still disappointing.
You try so hard to get beneath the feet of those who are supposed to garner support and yet you end up looking like such a fool.
Such an idiot. A mediocre attempt at a pathetic existence.
Why do you keep trying? It is so hard to die, I guess that chains every one of us down.
Your mind wants to hold on to some sort of hope, as twisted as it has become.
Your body keeps pushing in the basest form it can, no matter how starved you keep it.
Are you still alive for yourself or for something else?
There are no wrong answers.
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jacobvanloon
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