April 15, 2010
Most people kill themselves because of a mental condition. This is true in my case too. The condition I suffer from is that I am not normal, I am not like everyone of you “sane” people.
I am not normal in the sense that I am not like every other one of you brain-dead zombies. I can think. I can reason intelligently. I can observe and learn from life. I can make my own decisions and follow through on them. And I can do these without any aid from celebrities, T.V., radio or Facebook. Unfortunately, every one of you seem to lack these skills and I can’t take it any more.
Since everyone else in this world is a retarded drone who revels in their ignorance and unintelligence, I must put an end to my misery. I truly wish I was normal. I wish I could be a retarded sponge like all of you. I wish I could have the same conversations day in and day out about sports, politics and “how about that weather huh?”. But I can’t.
Sure you’ll see this note and say Rahul’s the crazy one. You have to it’s the only way you can go on thinking you’re sane and your pathetic life is meaningful. Go ahead, call me the weirdo like everyone else surely will. Then, return to your happiness of everyday mindless monotony.
My only wish is that my parents somehow understand that if they had listened to me and tried to do at least half of what I expected from them, this wouldn’t have happened.
I just couldn’t bend that much low.