/lit/ - Literature

I did not ask for this.

I did not ask to be brought out from the depths of the blackness. Whether it be the work of some hallowed being or a coincidence rooted in timing.

I never once stumbled out of bed without a feeling of helplessness.

The utter thought of having to a carry out my day, each day, with the weight of having to contribute to the haphazard, sad excuse for an existence that is humanity is too much to bear.

I am choosing my time to depart and for the first time in my life I have a decision before me that will actually be my own.

Goodbye, forlorn.