Life is overrated.
Not one day goes by, when I don't question my existence on this Earth.
I didn't ask to be born.
I wasn't screaming from the dark depths of some invisible space to be born into the world.
I haven't been given the gift of life. I've been given the burden of it.
The burden of having to live at least another 60 years.
The burden of having to go through all that life has to offer. The truly worthwhile moments of which happen to be out of my reach. While its dark, unforgiving, cruel aspects are so very near, I could reach out and touch them. And all would be lost.
What am I doing here? I'm just taking up air and space on this Earth.
Life. I never asked for it.
"Nobody said that life would be easy. They just promised it'd be worth it."
Bullshit.
It's not worth it.
It's not all that it's cracked up to be.
Now I just have to wait till the day I die, for it all to finally be over.
