This year was absurdly difficult (and before him and the pandemic itself, it was no longer easy...).
People hate me because they've convinced themselves that I'm guilty of my grandmother's death. A lot of people don't even look at my face and those who do do everything to shut me up (because if you please look, they won't listen).
These days I was talking about health with my considerate mother, and we were doing fine... until I spoke about my cardiac diagnosis of mitral valve prolapse (and the echocardiogram to check if it wasn't a moderate insufficiency...). Then a person (third) basically told me that I couldn't worry as I was suicidal. It's just that I take care of my health much more than that person (who is also suicidal after all).
People think I'm lying about my symptoms, they don't want to bother me. For them I'm just a villain... And hey, as much as I'm an individual, who shouldn't care so much, I keep thinking if "a life without love is worth living".
You know what it's like for everyone to see you as a pawn and think you don't need any attention? Well, every human being deserves to be respected and I'm not. I listen to people, but they severely ignore me...
They think I want to fake illness because I'm suicidal, if that were the case I would simply inhale my radioactive samples (and it would be too late for them to wish me anything good). They are a bunch of hypocrites... I don't talk about my problems because I want to die (after all, talking doesn't change anything), I just wanted someone to listen to me (because everyone talks about their problems and also about the good things). What a sad fucking life you were forced to be alone.
People hate me because they've convinced themselves that I'm guilty of my grandmother's death. A lot of people don't even look at my face and those who do do everything to shut me up (because if you please look, they won't listen).
These days I was talking about health with my considerate mother, and we were doing fine... until I spoke about my cardiac diagnosis of mitral valve prolapse (and the echocardiogram to check if it wasn't a moderate insufficiency...). Then a person (third) basically told me that I couldn't worry as I was suicidal. It's just that I take care of my health much more than that person (who is also suicidal after all).
People think I'm lying about my symptoms, they don't want to bother me. For them I'm just a villain... And hey, as much as I'm an individual, who shouldn't care so much, I keep thinking if "a life without love is worth living".
You know what it's like for everyone to see you as a pawn and think you don't need any attention? Well, every human being deserves to be respected and I'm not. I listen to people, but they severely ignore me...
They think I want to fake illness because I'm suicidal, if that were the case I would simply inhale my radioactive samples (and it would be too late for them to wish me anything good). They are a bunch of hypocrites... I don't talk about my problems because I want to die (after all, talking doesn't change anything), I just wanted someone to listen to me (because everyone talks about their problems and also about the good things). What a sad fucking life you were forced to be alone.
