
What should I do? Every day feels like a struggle and the only thing I look forward to is the prospect of returning to my bed to sleep. The days seem to grow longer, the hours bleaker and the sun, dimmer. I just cannot bring myself to face the new dawn anymore and thus, hide in the shadows.
I am 16 and am currently doing my IB diploma and I hate soo many things in life. I hate how everyone expects me to succeed greatly in life just because I have more "opportunities" than my parents (who cheat on each other and are horrible people), I hate how pathetically plastic society is, I hate how I have to put up a facade in public, I hate the fact that all my parents and friends ever talk about revolves around meaningless and disgusting things ranging from failed love relationships to stupid boy bands while all I love and want to talk encompasses the operas of Wagner, satires of Voltaire, artworks of Monet, plays of Goethe, ongoing events such as the Syrian War and straining Chechen-Russian relationships but all I get are looks of oddity and moments of silence fill the icy air when I try. I hate how all my relatives expect me to be a christian and abide to their packaged morals to fulfill my existential gap lest I fall into the trap of nihilistic virtues. Greeting the day and arising from my bed seems to become tougher and tougher as tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow go by. Going to school, talking to people, I hate all this. All I long for is the moment when I return to my room, lock the door and enter my world of literature, classical music and art. This form of escapism seems to be losing it's effects as a result of marginal utility methinks and thus, I feel as though my battle against the galloping arbitrary darkness is coming to an end.
At present, I manage to maintain fairly decent grades comprising of As and Bs in school and have a great many friends (a couple close ones) while maintaining a good relationship with my teachers and relatives who all seem to hold my character greatly and with high esteem but I am absolutely sick of playing this character of me who is not me.
And yes I do take part in many extracurriculars, I teach Afghan refugees english and math weekly, I visit orphanages out of goodwill, I have a fellowship diploma in music performance, i'm a national level athlete, have a burning, fiery obsession with art and music (Not disgusting pop, i'm talking about Berlioz, Rachmaninoff, Scriabin, Kabalevsky, Ligeti, etc.) and yet, even with all these pleasures I feel empty, I feel like a rotting carcass of nothingness that simply refutes rotting away.
What can I do? And please forgive me for my ambiguity, it's just that speaking in a stream of consciousness feels really peaceful.
Is suicide really a bad thing? Whenever I see a news piece on a suicide of a teenager, I feel envy, envious of the peace of their eternal slumber. It's just the pain I fear! Such cowardice is it not? However, the transition into a state of perpetual nothingness,whereby all my emotions, thoughts, expressions, tastes fade into silence, feels relieving. But at present, i'm a little like the old woman from Candide...
p.s. I, by no means, consider myself superior than the members residing within the herd of mediocrity as I am a member as well and if you managed to catch the references of Plath, Shakespeare and Nietzsche, I love you!