It, by Shawn Frendo

It's a touchy subject but screw it. It was a feeling that I was lost in an endless cycle for nothing. And that it was getting too exhausting to keep up with. That was the first time in my adult life, where I had thought about it. I stood, sober, in a night club and after work, with a bottle of beer in my hand, having this thought occur in my head. I had a feeling of despair with a cold face on. Just numb and wanting to cry. Wasting away the night, with the knowledge that I had to get up at nine in the morning, which was just a few hours later. Thinking, and reconsidering, my entire existence.