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Sometimes, I just wish that my life was easier than it was. More peace, ya know. Less bullshit, less war, less death. Sometimes I just hate living. I mean, what do I live for? To be alive? Hell, that’s more a punishment than a reward. Sometimes, I just wish I could live somewhere like Equestria, where you don’t have to worry about life fucking you over every three seconds.
I thought this as I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow I had to go to school, then go home to do a shitload of homework, and then do it all over again. It’s a viscous cycle, life is. Especially when you’re fourteen year old in your freshman year of high school, I thought.
I look over at the clock; it read 12:31. The only thing that kept me going through each day was the hope that at the end of every day, I would be able to indulge myself in a world that didn’t exist, like Halo, Assassin’s Creed, or My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. I just have to escape sometimes.
At the end of the day, I always end up wishing that some of those worlds were real. I wish that my life continued somewhere else. I always hoped that one day I would wake up in a different world. A better world, where you could flip on the news without listening to endless stories about terrorism and how our stock market is collapsing.
I live to indulge myself in fantasies. My life isn’t worth it, but I’m not gonna go suicidal, hell no. I just don’t have a very strong will to live. I just want to take a break from living in this world, permenantly. I’ll be okay with letting go.
I just want to leave…
(You can stop now if you want to)
Yup, this is a self-insert fic. It gets better next chapter, though.