I realize that if I stopped thinking for myself and just let someone tell me what to do, my life would probably be a lot better. I mean, I seem to always be wrong and can’t do anything right. Screw the fact that I have a 151 IQ
I also realize that I am caught between life and death. I don’t have the guts to kill myself; but then I also don’t have the desire to live out my life. So I’m caught in a vortex of sorts.
And since I can’t get anybody to kill me or to live my life for me, there is only one thing for me to do; nothing.
Eventually the key in my back will wind down and the puppet will move no more
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