Let the bodies hit the floor…

A friend told me that she feels unsupported, I couldn’t relate more. Although I’m surrounded by wonderful friends, everyone has their own problems to care about. My problem is that being the nonconformist that I am the roles that I’m expected to play in this society make me sick to my stomach, to the point that I have considered to off myself as the ultimate fuck off to these expectations. I know that way too many others can relate, we’re not alone, but these days it’s easier to pretend like everything is alright. No one likes to talk about dark feelings in public, it is rude.

But I don’t wish to whine, perhaps there are other ways to deal with these feelings, I’m still figuring it out. Once upon a time my life seemed like a never ending pool of opportunities, then a couple of choices later I felt trapped into the rat race thinking that it’ll be just momentarily until I get my feet on the ground, and here I am now wondering where the fuck is that ground? Is it a lie? because so far I can only see a pile of bodies climbing desperately on top of each other.