Sigh, tried to go to one of those meetups and it ended up just as I expected. Normally in conversations I've learned its give and take, mostly it seemed like other people were taking more out of me than me actually gaining anything. So by the end of the day I felt drained and I couldn't wait to get back home and back to my online friends again. Now it feels like I should just quit trying at life entirely, for those with hearts like mine who are bound by compassion as a part of duty, freedom is only truly given in death. I feel like a weapon that was tried, tested, and rejected. What am I one person when compared to the needs of millions of Americans? While I am bound by my compassionate duty to be their for my parents until they eventually pass, once that is done I still intend to end my life. Like a parasite that will die with its host so shall that be also my fate.
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When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death. - Thomas Hobbes