Everyday, I'm in a storm. I am so unmotivated and or just lazy. I can't confirm it's depression because that's not common. But it mental illnesses are common in our family yet people in an under developed society just thinks that things will go well. Everyday, I hate myself. Why can't I be her, or him or just somebody else living in such better place. Someone who was born with privilege and easier or clearer options. Why do I have to dig my way out of this wilderness all of the time. Sometimes I just feel helpless and useless; sometimes I would rather just watch the world burn than tell people that there's something wrong with the system. It's not my fault anyway and I would rather be the victim than the hero. I feel sad most of the time because I know I am running out of time. I know I should have done something to move on and have better things but... right now... I'm quite satisfied. Yes, I am confusing... I'm actually not sure with what I want with my life. Is the world really made this way? To mislead you on every unsure step? Show you lies you can't avoid or change? And what is really the meaning of life; If we can't control anything? And if nothing is actually different or new, are all is just an improved copy?... or I'm just bored.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRIpx9LNoKc
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