Agon321
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- Aug 21, 2023
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Honestly, every day I feel as though I belong somewhere else. I feel a longing and nostalgia for a world that doesn't exist, or exists only in my head. The best moments of my life have taken place in my dreams. I feel a bloody emptiness in my chest.
To be honest, I feel bored with my life and the repetitiveness of every day. Even if I weren't mentally ill, I'd have a similar problem. We live in a world that isn't kind to us. People have created a system that is unhealthy for people. It's ironic, but it suits our species.
If you aren't born into a very good family, then from birth right through to death, stress and sadness await you, with only brief moments of pleasure. But even being born into a very good family doesn't protect you, because there are still many unpleasantries in store for you in life.
I'm only 22 (soon to be 23) and I feel like an old man. The world is slipping through my fingers.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years are passing, and I'm still standing still, with absolutely no fucking idea what the hell I'm supposed to do. I'm tired, very tired. Every choice seems wrong to me, and my own brain is my greatest enemy, destroying me.
I want to escape to a better place, but I know I can't do that and no one's going to come to my rescue, because I'm not living in a film. All that awaits me is stagnation.
I'm already living in hell, and things can only get worse.
To be honest, I feel bored with my life and the repetitiveness of every day. Even if I weren't mentally ill, I'd have a similar problem. We live in a world that isn't kind to us. People have created a system that is unhealthy for people. It's ironic, but it suits our species.
If you aren't born into a very good family, then from birth right through to death, stress and sadness await you, with only brief moments of pleasure. But even being born into a very good family doesn't protect you, because there are still many unpleasantries in store for you in life.
I'm only 22 (soon to be 23) and I feel like an old man. The world is slipping through my fingers.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years are passing, and I'm still standing still, with absolutely no fucking idea what the hell I'm supposed to do. I'm tired, very tired. Every choice seems wrong to me, and my own brain is my greatest enemy, destroying me.
I want to escape to a better place, but I know I can't do that and no one's going to come to my rescue, because I'm not living in a film. All that awaits me is stagnation.
I'm already living in hell, and things can only get worse.