
Tortured Existence
Alone till the end
- May 18, 2022
- 125
Things have gotten so bad with my health, that I have to go this week. My only friend, who's done so much for me since I've known them, is leaving for a long-planned trip with their sibling who live about 5 miles from each other.
They're both in their mid-late 60s, respectively (I'm in my 50s) and obviously are in good health since they're going to be in a plane (not first class for some reason) for like 12 hours, to go and get drunk every single day, and I can hardly move around my small home.
I may have no right to feel hurt and resentful, but this person knows I just 4 days ago found out I probably have cancer again. This type even worse than the last and extremely painful. They also know that my tinnitus reached a new intolerable level over a week ago…(and my countless other health issues).
Lastly, they know that I'll be drinking my N, and I'll be history within a day or 2 of when they're leaving (in a couple days).
They literally told me that not disappointing their sibling is more important than my life or death.
I hate people, and I truly can't wait to exit this horrific existence. I only wish I could stop crying. It feels like I'm being rejected by my relatives again, one by one…just because.
They're both in their mid-late 60s, respectively (I'm in my 50s) and obviously are in good health since they're going to be in a plane (not first class for some reason) for like 12 hours, to go and get drunk every single day, and I can hardly move around my small home.
I may have no right to feel hurt and resentful, but this person knows I just 4 days ago found out I probably have cancer again. This type even worse than the last and extremely painful. They also know that my tinnitus reached a new intolerable level over a week ago…(and my countless other health issues).
Lastly, they know that I'll be drinking my N, and I'll be history within a day or 2 of when they're leaving (in a couple days).
They literally told me that not disappointing their sibling is more important than my life or death.
I hate people, and I truly can't wait to exit this horrific existence. I only wish I could stop crying. It feels like I'm being rejected by my relatives again, one by one…just because.
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