Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Why Bother?

Every night, I go home, and I think about ending myself.  You're not suppose to say that but its true and I'm so tired of pretending I'm okay.  During the day, I can keep busy.  Study for the GRE.  Fill out applications.  Write personal statements.  Pretend I believe there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  But, I think, I've given up on lights.  Depression and His Total and Utter rejection stamped it out of me.  I am so dangerously close to wanting nothing now.  Its not about the tears and hysteria.  That passed long ago.  Now, its methodical, rational even.  Why bother?

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