It wouldn’t surprise me if

If a major illness come on me and ends up taking my life. I’m so beaten down by my life circumstances and everything being shit and a disappointment all the time. It honestly wouldn’t bother me to go either. This world and life is just so fucking fake and disappointing and shitty and I don’t care if I’m a part of it anymore. Im so fucked up anymore from the stress of it that I hate anything I read that resembles positivity. People are going to say “therapy” and “need psychological help” and all I have to say to that is meh. I see everything for how it truly is and it’s all a sick joke. It wouldn’t do my good anyways. I don’t want to be happy be with being a have not. This whole post is just me venting cause I’d complain to God but the motherfucker aint listening. He’s too busy looking out for his other children.