/lit/ - Literature

I can’t feel anything other than disgust when I look at myself. Every day I fail more, let more people down, become more complacent in my own mediocrity. I keep telling myself that I have it in me to be better, to do better, but I never follow through with any of my attempts to change. I’m watching the slow, agonizing process of failing and disappointing everyone around me until there’s nobody left, and I feel like I can’t do anything about it. I know that suicide is a cowardly act, but when you can see, so vividly, the downward arc of your own life, is it really?