Google: most successful ways to die
This is the space I occupy
I’m not sure how I wound up here so quickly
It feels serious and fake at the same time
But since I found myself here it’s getting worse and worse as things slip away—purpose, meaning, life, why.
It feels devastatingly sad, but I can’t even fully feel that. When I try, the sting reminds me I’m too much and I don’t want to be a burden. But I am, and once I’ve arrived at meaningless and burdensome, I don’t know where else there is to go but even further down.