My Haunting Curse

Most people live in fear and dread of dying, but I live each day in anxious anticipation of it. There is not a day that goes by in which I do wish that death would take me, for my life has never held any semblance of true joy and mirth; only neverending grief and anguish giving way to madness and bitter fury.

My life is a testament that there is no loving deity who watches over the innocent as from earliest childhood my happiness was consistently crushed by my monster of a father, and my intense abnormalities have made me forever an outcast to the rest of the world; even amongst the few friends I do have I always feel like an alien, for while their thoughts are often rooted in this earthly plane mine are always far beyond it. I am ageless; I am old at the same time that I am young and young at the same time that I am old. This makes it difficult for those around my age to truly relate to me, and those who are older than me will often not see the maturity I carry past my youthful exterior.

My life is cursed, for I am doomed to live everyday knowing that nothing will ever excite or thrill me. I have spent most of my life alone in solitude with only my own thoughts for company, and when you spend most of your life stuck inside your own head where your imagination runs rampant just to try and subdue the immense boredom you often feel, the outside waking world starts to seem very dull and uninspired. I have spent so long amongst fantasy until I myself have become a fantasy, but to be a living fantasy in the melancholy "Real World" is truly a damned and miserable existence. I am cursed with a life of ceaseless boredom and growing insanity.

All these complied with my general distrust and disdain for humanity for the senseless evils they do have left me a bitter wraith still bound in flesh, and though I live hoping that some day some unexpected miracle will give me reason to truly smile and know happiness in this world I must remain vigilant to the reality that that will likely never actually happen, and with that dark realization in mind I cast a curse upon my own soul that if such peaceful tranquility does not find me before my mortal death, let my spirit wander the space between this world and the next as a vengeful phantom hellbent on tormenting the living in vengeance for the cruelty I endured in life and for the wickedness that mankind has shown throughout the entirety of its damned existence! My primary targets would be those with arrogant and foolish hearts.

I always figured I'd be better suited as a ghost anyway...I live enough like a ghost as it is already.