This whole being alive thing is greatly overrated anyway.
This probably sounds like a case of sour grapes coming from someone who is not exactly living, but it really is overrated. Even before I was dying, before I knew I wasn’t going to reach all the milestones, before I knew this emptiness would spill out of me and swallow me whole, even then I found this affair of existing quite unnecessary.
Then again, maybe I always knew I wouldn’t be able to reach those stupid grapes, so I convinced myself they were sour from the start.
There is a chance that I’m not remembering things right. Maybe at some point, the grapes weren’t sour. The emptiness has a way of messing with my memory after all.
Perhaps they turned sour in my mouth. How rude, to latch someone on with promises of being sweet and then turn sour.
Or maybe the grapes are perfectly fine, and I was just cursed with taste buds that can’t appreciate their taste.
I don’t really care anymore. I just want to throw these damned grapes away.
