Write your obituary.
Recently they were asking for my last words. Now, they ask me to write my own obit. This prompt business is not only a boring repetition of old themes, but it’s becoming also in something highly depressing. I’m in a somber mood. I don’t need prompts to push me deeper into the dark tunnel of discouragement from which is so hard to get out. I’m writing in the dusk. No strength nor will to turn the lights on.
The noises from the streets are pounding on my aching head. Today, for the first time in weeks is not raining. Outside, children laugh, giggle and scream, playing in the little park. Their parents talk loudly. It’s a sharp contrast with what’s going on in my mind .
I need silence. I feel tired. So tired that I would like to simply disappear. But I can’t. I have to overcome this, and go to take care of my mom who needs me. It’s good to have her. She keeps busy and makes me forget about my problems for a while. But I’m so tired! I wonder what I’m doing, writing this post, struggling with my English, and telling nonsense . I want to participate, and have some chats and comments tonight with my friends online. About my obit. I don’t want one. Just let me rest in peace.