work

I don’t want to work anymore.

The pain I feel waking up every day drains me.

11:59 is the only time I recognize. I wake up to a new day… but the day feels the same. Teachers teach new things and people gossip about new crushes but it’s all the same.

Every day should be new but it’s not… it’s the same.

I wake up in a cycle of burning out then realizing improvement is just around the corner… but I never reach it.

Should I just stop working?

Should I end it now?

Nothing will change when I’m gone.

People will mourn for a few days, then everything won’t change.

Ending one’s life is a dramatic way of ending a scene in a play.

If you see it like that death doesn’t seem that bad.