persisting meaninglessly until now
has become the greatest meaning
so is this a performance art experiment in my subconscious?
giving up
for me
is not something I'm bad at
There are always some moments
in certain dark corners
I see myself
perhaps
itβs the truest voice in my heart
fundamentally
I have really no interest or desire for life
so why have I lived until now
why
Sometimes I think of myself as a soldier with revenge waiting for revenge
Sometimes as a hermit lost in the wilderness
Sometimes is an ascetic who just did nothing
I've endured it long enough. I'm going crazy. So much so that I was about to go back to before, nightmares, I couldn't find an outlet to vent my despair, I felt sick to her, I felt sick to my own life. How incompetent I am, still can't save myself. f*ck u the shit f*ck all
Having nothing to say every day, I've been trying to communicate and try to change our relationship, trying to make it healthy and warm, but I was wrong and I couldn't change a stubborn psychopath.
She and I can't communicate at all right now.
I grew up in a sick environment, I don't know what a healthy positive mother-child relationship looks like, I only know that if I were an orphan, I must be much more normal, healthy and happy than I am now. I just want to get out of this prison now.
I urgently need to get away from my mother as soon as possible.
She's always been sick, she's mentally ill, she just wants to control me to the death, I used to love and hate her, now I only hate.