creatura19-50320358 @creatura19-50320358
The memories I have of my life are a blur of loneliness and despair. My childhood was marked by the cruel hand of fate, leaving me with scars that still linger to this day. I grew up as an orphan, shuffled from one miserable foster home to another until I finally escaped into the world on my own. It's a wonder I made it out alive.
Years have passed since then, but the wounds never truly heal. I've spent most of my life trapped in dead-end jobs and meaningless relationships, searching for something - anything - that could fill the void within me. But like a shadow, emptiness has always been there, waiting to pounce when I thought I'd finally found some fleeting happiness.
Now at 70 years old, I've come to accept that my life will never be more than just a series of bleak, unfulfilling experiences. The only thing left for me is to find some measure of peace in the darkness. Maybe then, I'll be able to let go and allow myself to finally disappear into nothingness. Would you like to join me on this journey?
