Contents: Contradictions
I'm a worthless worm of a person. I do nothing for myself. I don't cook. I don't pay bills. I don't know how to run my life. I don't schedule my life. I don't know how the world works. I don't improve myself. I just... exist. If both my parents were to drop dead tomorrow, it would be over for me too. I don't know how I'd get along. I'd sell this house and... idk... move into a small apartment like I've always wanted to avoid. Perhaps that could be my chance to get away from it all. Move somewhere remote. Live a truly lonesome life. The life I've always fantasized about.
I don't know what's right anymore.
I'm so lonely. I'm so overwhelmed by society.
I just wish to retreat into my book. I just want to eschew fantasy and live LIFE in reality.
I don't want to live like this. I don't want to die like this.
I'm a whole library of contradictions. I just... I just can't handle it anymore. What am I supposed to do? What is anyone supposed to do? How does anyone manage?
Yours Truly,
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