Thoughts From the Edge of Oblivion
Jan. 16th, 2002 02:07 pmWell inspections and Christmas have come and gone and still I stare at the edge of oblivion. Depression is a funny thing, one moment you're flying higher then a kite and the next life sends you crashing down into the depths of the ocean.
My grandmother once said I never get a break in life...she was right. One happy moment is always compounded by three of the most horrible of my life. I go on a date and end up in the hopital fighting for my life. I turn 21 and await my trust fund....only to find out it's been twindled away over the years and I have almost no money left. I surface to the top of my budget, adjusting my bills to where I finally have extra money...and in the month of my mother's bithday they take it all away from me.
Sometimes even the warrior has to give up the sheild. This battle against life has raged for twenty one years...shouldn't that be enough? Haven't I given back enough of what was demanded of me? Can't this end now, here, dear gods please, twenty one years of pain is long enough.
I've become jaded, more so then I ever should have been...I can't even remember being an innocent, being free of this. What was it like to be a child? I will never know now. I never was a child. It's easy to pretend sometimes but....
I'm done now. I'm not doing this anymore. The fight's not worth it. So life want's to fuck me around like a pupet on a stick...let it.
I'm just...so tired.

