Over the past 3 years I've sat back and watched my life go up and down, there's multiple things I could mention but I feel as if it wouldn't make a difference aside from revealing my true identity, as of 2019 I have no friends, the place I work doesn't respect me and I have no ambition to push myself towards a better life, I'm sick of the fake intimacy, the lies, this facade that people put on, we're fooling each other with this bullshit, what does it matter? Who the **** cares about your shiny new car, your rolex watch, your fancy big house or your group of fake friends. I'm overwhelmed by this urge to break away and get out of the city, I've thought about suicide but I don't think I could ever bring myself to leave my family behind, not after all they've done for me.
I just want a simple life is that too much to ask for?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep hoping this feeling of emptiness is only temporary.
Apologies if this is too much but I needed somewhere to vent.
Thanks for listening