CheertheSecond
The second coming of CheertheDead
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Why is it so hard for me to feel fine when I heard him loudly insult her through the phone because of something that is not her fault? How can he just jump to the conclusion so quickly?
Why is it so hard for me to manage the aches in my heart and the heaviness in my tummy when I listened to him badmouth her behind her back? Why can't he just agree with the divorce and leave us all be? I don't even want to inherit anything. I don't even want this name. I don't want this connection.
Why was I so vile for assuming that he did those things to pull me to his side so that I can keep treating him well when he got older?
Why is it so hard for me to control myself from committing a familicide then a suicide?
Why is it so hard for me to feel okay when I saw my father cheated on my mother?
Why am I feeling so hopeless, lonely, wretched and weak; especially, weak? I kept telling myself that I am strong. I can handle everything that I made peace with my own death and even if I was to die the next day I would be fine. I conquered the greatest fear that all living things had to face. Shouldn't I be the strongest I will ever be now? Why am I feeling so weak like a pitiful maggot within a cesspit?
Why is it so hard?
You know I know a lot of things. I know that I have to work on my own salvation that there are physical and mental interaction. I know that it is best to balance spiritual, physical and mental needs. I know a lot of things about life as if I am preparing to settle down. I know a lot of thing to achieve peace while waiting for my last day.
I should feel good about myself for who I am which I specifically told myself time and time again that it is the most significant thing and nothing else matters but why is it so hard...
Sometimes, I just want to kneel down and devote myself to the one I love and let them decide my life. It feels less hard that way. That way, I don't have to think about anything. They can decide it for me and if what they decided is something I can't handle I can just end my life with the excuse that it was my only way out.
Goodness me! Why did I turn into such a coward, a weakling and a selfish bastard? Why did I turn myself into what I hate the most? I want to tear this self of my to pieces and rip its throat with my teeth till it turns into a pile of meat.
Why is it so hard for me to manage the aches in my heart and the heaviness in my tummy when I listened to him badmouth her behind her back? Why can't he just agree with the divorce and leave us all be? I don't even want to inherit anything. I don't even want this name. I don't want this connection.
Why was I so vile for assuming that he did those things to pull me to his side so that I can keep treating him well when he got older?
Why is it so hard for me to control myself from committing a familicide then a suicide?
Why is it so hard for me to feel okay when I saw my father cheated on my mother?
Why am I feeling so hopeless, lonely, wretched and weak; especially, weak? I kept telling myself that I am strong. I can handle everything that I made peace with my own death and even if I was to die the next day I would be fine. I conquered the greatest fear that all living things had to face. Shouldn't I be the strongest I will ever be now? Why am I feeling so weak like a pitiful maggot within a cesspit?
Why is it so hard?
You know I know a lot of things. I know that I have to work on my own salvation that there are physical and mental interaction. I know that it is best to balance spiritual, physical and mental needs. I know a lot of things about life as if I am preparing to settle down. I know a lot of thing to achieve peace while waiting for my last day.
I should feel good about myself for who I am which I specifically told myself time and time again that it is the most significant thing and nothing else matters but why is it so hard...
Sometimes, I just want to kneel down and devote myself to the one I love and let them decide my life. It feels less hard that way. That way, I don't have to think about anything. They can decide it for me and if what they decided is something I can't handle I can just end my life with the excuse that it was my only way out.
Goodness me! Why did I turn into such a coward, a weakling and a selfish bastard? Why did I turn myself into what I hate the most? I want to tear this self of my to pieces and rip its throat with my teeth till it turns into a pile of meat.