im 22, i lived my life controlled by my mother and physically and psychologically abused by my father. as a kid i remember being so giggly and being a social butterfly, as i grew up i don't remember the last time i had a genuine friend. even despite having a strong degree forced against my will by my mother, which apparently guarantees a future, i still don't see it. this is my 6th year on antidepressants, i don't see myself doing better than i was 6 years ago, I've lost so much hair due to alopecia, stress, depression... it's hard to say i can see any bright future in the horizon, i don't see a career i enjoy, i don't see a good friendship, i don't see someone loving me ever, and i don't see my father changing. there's nothing for me to look up for, to stay for. for years now I've been going with life's flow, day by day, everyday hoping today something happens to me and i die mid crossing the street, because im too scared to do it myself. but not anymore, I've made up my mind, no pain is worse than the pain life has given me, it'll be a few moments and it'll pass. im tired, im so tired. im tired of lying to myself and saying it will get better, im tired of faking a smile so i don't worry the people around me, im tired of just existing. the only person i worry about when im gone is my brother, I don't care about my parents, but oh my little brother, i have tried to stay for him for so long, i just figured i couldnt anymore, for once in my pathetic life i needed to be selfish, he will get over it eventually, grow up and forget about me. i have set my mind on how im going to do it, hopefully listen to this while i drift peacefully. please do not convince me to stay, i have heard the words, i know them, my mind is already set. please everyone enjoy your lives, look out for the people around you, that one person in your class who doesn't speak, the crying stranger on the street, the lonely person in the park, they may need a friend to talk to, something i never had. perhaps you'll be the reason they don't take the same path i took.
Devil's Trill Sonata is one of the most magnificent composition of all times. And the story behind it is so unbelievable, it gives me goosebumps every time.
You cannot help but gulp, the silence that screamed too much in your mind, your thoughts, all screamed your fear: **death**. You glared at the Death, a glare the filled with the nervousness, the begging, and an uncertainty feeling. Your king was in the position to get checkmate, but you knew you would not give up this fast, all of the kinds of checkmate you played for years you knew, grabbed the king to another position. "King to 3a", you slowly moved the king to 3a, but now you know, you were underestimated Death on the first minute of the game, too quick to realize the worst and the last mistake you will ever made in your entire life. You plucked your ears with your fingers, closed your eyelids heavily, and your face, your feelings, all of them were hardly hurt, because the next thing you know... "Queen to 8a, with the rook at the 4b... **Checkmate.**" Tears began to streaming down your cheeks, you were defeated. Your ego were hurt, your mind started to turn into a chaos of anxiety, sadness, regretful. You cannot do anything, but sell your soul to the Death. As you were letting him taking you away, the Death laughed, a laugh that made your anger turned on. "Mortals thought they could win me over, but I, the Death, should make them learn their mistake, at their final worst moment. He continued to laugh on the way to the other you, making you feel more bitterly defeated. ------------- not my first language and im no good at literature so apologize for that
It was your final light, your final hand, your final thought. Though this thought sought to see an image so becoming it held a small piece. It was pointed in with wooden carvings and dainty air that from here you felt you’ve gone mad from your own subcompact. But this was no mere moment, it kneeled with a hand so graveled and bone cut that touched your skin with a soft human warmth. “My eyes, I see you are egear to play a game.” A game? What game? - “A game I’ve played and won many, but you seem to need it, lonely one.” He could hear, hear the thoughts in my mind give out life while I die away in sun driven sand. It frightened me but from the moment I try to think of reason it was taken from me, swiped under my feet to notice I was sat upon a suited chair of white while my unknown opponent stared back with black for chair, clothes and pieces. “So.. Shall we play?” “I don’t know. I need to know where I am, what I’m doing. And what you are.” I say, I could move which frizzled my body before my finger pointed and my hand senselessly stared to it like a spider. I feared them, and I feared it. But ‘it’ chuckled, it gave a human smile and a human response in monotonous glee “Why you know me. I’ve played with you for a long time, and I must say, for someone who says they don’t know how. You’ve played this game with me finely.” It soon took the hood away to show a face macabre and shaded in undead lighting it felt angled and accordingly to the now filled room. Death, swallowed it whole and taken up my queen under my nose to look and distinguish its looks. My looks, my childish scars to my teenage nightmares and swallowed angers. And soon to my lows, pieces fell along like tiles in white and life as his was just a king, a scythe of silver going slow and silently.. Long before my piece was injured and tired, the color of Snow White soon faded to countless scraps by the wood and one deep to my spine, my spot of vulnerability coated in red. It pitied me, “What a poor wound. Hurt, taken, endless. But I feel your wish came along, but not in your digression.” Death set it down gently, right by the tall and growing black scythe soon held by its lap. And it stared, no fear was left for me as I was for once happy to hear I was not as lonely now. Seen, “So, did I impress death? Or was I still a faint life?” And soon it replied, kindly “No, your life was pain, but thrived in little. And you’ll thrive soon. A life well earned rest. *Check, mate*” Lights gone, pieces fell, and metal touching mine to find my white turned grey. I will forever be a piece of deaths game, ending.
This comment section is just full of smart people. I'm just trying to build a rocket in ksp1 without it crashing as soon as I take-off. I don't deserve to be here lmao
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*In the melancholic strains of sad, sentimental music, I find solace in the shared experience of human fragility, as each chord resonates with the universal ache of the soul*
Eye was initiated not long ago as an Angel of Death. Funny enough we represent the living. Less than a year. Since then eye had predicted a death. Actively unfollowed one dude that told me to be silent … then he died 6 months later. And then a dude that came home from prison .. eye typed “rolls out red carpet” .. he died only a a few months later. People have been waiting for me to die. And eye have been seeing this idea of the “great death” .. that’s life. However eye know that eye won’t. Eyem the type to fake it. And so as death seems to have the opportunity to check mate me. Eye sit with the positions eye played. No philosophy nothing to say. No urge to do. Just Being. Eye then crack A smile … because eye thought of something… many people love to leave a legacy … eye want it all to go with me. Yes. Eye to.. and all my messages.. all my vibes.. gone. And they feel it. Meaning they know something was gone.. they just don’t know what. That way eye am not a cliche marter… eye changed the world in a another way. Instead of people relying on me for strength and guidance … they must rely on themselves… the exact thing eye preached. Self efficacy. And me .. that’s it… lol. Eye leave with all of that eye am. It’s a sweet feeling of revenge and fulfillment. It to proves to myself that eye indeed was the best thing they could have happened to me. Many of the greats felt like they didn’t do enough… Thsts because they didn’t. You can never do enough for others.until they truly do for self. And Thsts as rare as me in this world. Eye am this world. And so eye smile as death makes its move ….
I saw Death sitting at a small table with an empty chair with a chess board, the pieces shining in the reflection of the dim sunlight through the huge window that gave a good view of the street and when looking out the window was interrupted. When he saw the horse he picked it up and looked at me and raised his hand for me to come closer, I decided to approach him and he greeted me with a friendly "HELLO", a hello as if we were lifelong friends - Hello to you too - I said to him. that death responded - It has been a long time since I last saw you, it was more or less 20 or 21 years ago when you almost suffocated on your own umbilical cord at birth, NO, it was that time when you almost suffocated on a piece of Iberian ham when you went on vacation to Spain with your parents at 13 or... maybe it was that time when your grandfather threw you into the river so you could learn to swim and you almost drowned, but you still managed to get out of the river crying and sniffling, that was one of many times I could have taken you, but I didn't and you know why I didn't - to which I responded - because it wasn't my time - correct - said death - but today is different, today it's your turn that's why I brought you here to this cafeteria that you love so much, the table where you always want to sit, but there is always a Hipster or a WANNABEWRITE writing some bad vampire novel or another teen novel like that movie bad Netflix movie called TALL GIRL, your guilty taste and also the movie you hate the most, where does that come from because you like it, but you also dislike it - I decided to take a seat in the empty chair, take a breath before speaking - because even though the movie is badder that hunger in Africa or the cases of death by mosquitoes in the Amazon, I feel identified with one of their people and the protagonist reminds me of someone, for you that is not a mystery so I will only say that I like the movie just for that, The memory of her in that character and the hatred I feel for myself because I identify as the little boy, I feel like I am a hopeless idiot who somehow got the girl of his dreams and in the sequel ruined everything because he was an idiot. What is it - BRAVO - Death shouted with enthusiasm - you are quite a character Brando - Yes I think I am, but you know when they told me what would happen to me at first I was afraid, but then I realized that I should not fear you my death is not The big thing is just one more event in my life and it doesn't have to be bad, since everything bad that has happened to me has been when I was alive so fuck it, let's have fun let's play chess until I die, meanwhile if you want order a coffee or a cake whatever you want, I'll pay. - ok in that case order two coffees and a strawberry cheesecake for both of us and like you said FUCK IT, Let's Play (I used Google Translate to write this so there may be some errors)
Joder, casi muero. Pero junte mis piezas fallecidas, con mi habilidad "resucitar". Entonces la muerte me miro y dijo "a sos re troll", entonces mis piezas zombies pelearon una vez mas en el campo de batalla, en eso, la muerte invo al "eso tilin"... Mis palpitos se volvieron mas freneticos, asi como el reloj del tiempo se detenia, pude ver, como en su miraba de sigma, la muerte aun hacia mewing cuando me llevaba con ella, al mundo del digital circus... "Buena partida" Me dijo, en eso yo saque mi carta reversa del uno. Ella exploto y su Gyat tambien, ahora soy el Eso tilin supremo, y ningun mortal se atreve a pelear conmigo.
