I don't know what to do.
These feelings of depression and grief have enraptured me. I can't think straight. I can't stop thinking about people who don't give a rat's ass about me.
I thought I was on the right road to finish my education and pursue personal development, but what's the point of it all?
Regardless of whether I get that MBA from Harvard or become the most intellectual speaker on planet Earth, I will still be alone, friendless, a victim of my mind, and African American (resulting in a host of other problems for me socially).
Why couldn't I be a normal person? Why can't I just be happy?
I have to end my life. I've dealt with all of this for far too long.
These feelings of depression and grief have enraptured me. I can't think straight. I can't stop thinking about people who don't give a rat's ass about me.
I thought I was on the right road to finish my education and pursue personal development, but what's the point of it all?
Regardless of whether I get that MBA from Harvard or become the most intellectual speaker on planet Earth, I will still be alone, friendless, a victim of my mind, and African American (resulting in a host of other problems for me socially).
Why couldn't I be a normal person? Why can't I just be happy?
I have to end my life. I've dealt with all of this for far too long.


























