It’s been 5 years since I died inside myself. It feels so awful walking in the city, watching all these people doing their own things. I really can’t find anything pleasant in this world anymore. I’m skipping eating because I don’t enjoy food anymore. Every morning I wake up wondering why even getting up from bed. Does it really matter to anyone? What difference does it make to the world? Is there even a point of doing what all these people out there are doing? I hate it. I hate people that tells me that I’m not trying hard enough. I hate when people are watching me strangely because I look dead and depressed all the time. And most importantly, I hate myself so much I can’t even look in the mirror anymore. This modern society making every aspect of life toxic and putting pressure on it. You either fit in or you be kicked out and called names. Too bad I got a chance to live in this sad time of this sad and rotten world. It is what it is I guess.
It is what it is. In this world, you gotta do with what you have, even if you have nothing. No one is going to save you, there is no such thing. Stay strong, keep your head up.
It gets better man, just trust me. Even if no one else wants you to win, and they don’t care, I DO. I don’t even know you, we’ll never meet, but I want you to fight back against life and find happiness for yourself. The world can be cruel, but we have to remember it is neither purposely bad, or good, but rather just there. Its actions aren’t intentional. And so, we can make the most of this opportunity, of our situations, and have happy times whilst we are able to get up out of bed. It goes quick. Please, please just try it whilst it’s there, because in a moment it won’t be. I’m rooting for you, I know you’ll find it, god bless you and good luck
@@-somebody__ me fucking too always were supposed to just put on a smile and go out and be happy but that’s not what we want but we’re forced to it’s never going to be put in the way what we want to. Life fucking sucks
The feeling when you are on the roof top of the tallest building complex in the middle of the winter looking down the somewhat gloomy blueish slavic city, crying while also being at peace at the same time thinking if its better to end it all here, or give life one finial shot.
I feel ya brother, but in the end, things will get better. Im no philosopher but it is the way it is, but change does exist. I dislike my life, the way its going, school, people, family, its sometimes just difficult..
