TheHolySword
empty heart
- Nov 22, 2024
- 764
I left for a work trip today, I'm currently at the hotel and stuck alone with my thoughts. I'm going to be here for two weeks and right now I don't even know why I agreed to do this. Before I may have cared because this is something that could helped me grow in my career but I'm going to be dead in a few months so what does any of it matter? Why am I continuing to live my life in a way as if I'm still going to be anything more than
this? I'm miserable at home and I'm even more miserable out here. Life is truly worthless for me but I'm still out here existing as if I have a future. I took the offer because I'll be getting paid more while I'm here plus OT which will just leave a bit more money to leave behind when I'm gone. But how much will a few more dollars matter in the end? I know my loved ones would rather have me than any amount of money so I'm not gonna make anyone happy. So I guess I don't know why I'm even here but like every other shit decision in my life there's no going back from it. I dont think there's anyone in my life that would understand what it's like having to pretend to be alive every day, like you think your life is important and has value, while simultaneously planning every detail of your own death. I wish I could give up and just kill myself in this hotel room right now. Anyway I'm gonna be suffering alone while working every day the next two weeks and then I get to go back home and continue with my life until I die.
this? I'm miserable at home and I'm even more miserable out here. Life is truly worthless for me but I'm still out here existing as if I have a future. I took the offer because I'll be getting paid more while I'm here plus OT which will just leave a bit more money to leave behind when I'm gone. But how much will a few more dollars matter in the end? I know my loved ones would rather have me than any amount of money so I'm not gonna make anyone happy. So I guess I don't know why I'm even here but like every other shit decision in my life there's no going back from it. I dont think there's anyone in my life that would understand what it's like having to pretend to be alive every day, like you think your life is important and has value, while simultaneously planning every detail of your own death. I wish I could give up and just kill myself in this hotel room right now. Anyway I'm gonna be suffering alone while working every day the next two weeks and then I get to go back home and continue with my life until I die.