I hate my life

Do you ever sit in the bathtub and seriously consider just slipping under the water, taking a deep breath, and just letting it all be over? Do you ever Google what it's like to die from drowning while considering drowning yourself in your bathtub?

Honestly, is life always going to be this fucking horrific? I am worn out, so tired of taking a beating constantly. Thing have been absolute hell for a solid 20 plus years. There has not been any extended period of time in those 20 years where I was happy and not constantly the victim of some type of abuse. Even as I've tried to pick myself back up a million times, someone or something always comes along and curb stomps my face back into the mud. Nothing ever gets better. Ever. Is this just how life is? Is there never peace, never rest, never contentment? Is it just a constant onslaught of liquid shit and bricks beaten down on your life? I hate it. I hate my existence. I would run away but I fear that even in the running it would follow me. It would hunt me down no matter where I ran. Why does it have to be like this? Is it really this horrible for everyone? 😡💔

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