Man of Steel

I've been feeling rather...faithless lately. Barely saying 2 words to anyone. Been sleeping a lot, too. Well, not so much "sleeping", as "lying-in-bed-because-I've-got-nothing-better-to-do". I feel weary, weary of everything. Some might call it depression. Maybe it is, but I don't think so. I just find it difficult to go on, year-after-year, watching everyone else take for granted the things I never get to have. Friends, families, children, love. I try for these things, but never get to have them. Not sure I can even try anymore. After all, who wants to be with someone like me?

It's like the proverbial dangling carrot in front of my nose. Always out of reach.

After awhile, the world seems less like Earth, and more like some kind of Hellish wasteland - where I'm slapped in the face with the things I desperately want, but can't have. The weight is extremely hard to manage now. I can barely carry it. I've been looking to put a plan in action to euthanize myself in the next year-and-a half. I'll cut what few ties I have, retreat from the world, and quietly fade away...

Should have time enough to squeeze in Man of Steel. I always idolized Superman.

We'll see...

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