Time to check out?
I think it’s time for me to check out if this existence. Everything my hands touch turns to failure. My entire youth was mired in failure. Academics, sports, arts, religion, friendships… Only failures to speak of. My marriage, a failure. I’ve tried my best to be a good dad, an inspiring role model, and I’ve failed at that. No friends. No family. My career only highlights how much of a failure I truly am. I can’t honestly take the failure, rejection, and being disposed of anymore.
Dreams are gateways to failure. Hopes are doorways to disappointment. Love is an imaginary concept. And life is meaningless.
It’s said that Suicide is Painless, but I’m afraid I’d fail at that too.