[Writing Prompt] Reflection

Prompt: “When I look in the mirror…”

I don’t know who I am.

My sister thinks I’m an asshole, even though she reached out to me. My parents think I’m a loser, who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone, but myself. My brother doesn’t seem to care whether I live or die.

I wake up each day, and it’s the same. Go to work, come home, go to sleep, repeat. It’s a pretty standard, monotonous life. Nothing special ever happens. I struggle with bills; an unrelenting grind that feels like I’m getting nowhere.

I wish for peace, but it feels like God has others plans that don’t include that. Each day is a vicious cycle that repeats, unending.

And before bed, when I look in the mirror, I don’t see anything except a person who is exhausted. Tired of drama, tired of bills, tired of life.

I don’t know who I am, all I know is I don’t want to be here anymore. The idea that I may live another twenty years or more, and continue to do this same thing is depressing.

I don’t know who I am, but I know I want this cycle to end.