I don't want to live any more but i don't want to kill myself
I'm sort of waiting for a hit-and-run to mow me down now at any moment.
Secretly hoping that that lump on my body turns out to be an incurable cancer so I can just check out.
If any human life can be said to be viable or unviable, then I'm nothing but a drain on the world. I've had my chance and I've blown it. There's no future for me now outside this grim trajectory I've set up for myself. I'm working for no person but myself. At 31, I might as well peg it. I'm not good for anything anymore.
I want to be loved; nobody will do that, and I need to be able to work and support myself and if things continue this way I won't be able to.
Speed on, old death-truck. I don't know where I'm going to get the energy from to continue any more.