I’m tired of being told I’m evil by people who don’t know me, of being treated like shit because it’s my job to make strangers happy. I’m also tired of being smart enough to know how much more life has to offer but too stupid to be able to find a path to get there. Perhaps it isn’t stupidity, perhaps I’m just weak.
Now I’m alone and I realize that even getting a degree, a career, my life is nothing. My life is full of nothing… And despite being told otherwise, I have this deep seeded understanding that no one, not a single person, would mourn over much if I were to just disappear. My life is insignificant, by any measure, and the world is better of not wasting resources on me.