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i'm tired.
i'm just tired of everything, every single day i wake up thinking, "why am i still alive? what's the point of it all?".
i made one mistake and i get called selfish.
what makes me so selfish? the fact that i adjust myself to the people around me? or the fact that i sacrificed my own education so that someone else could graduate?
or that i willingly do everyone asks of me?
is it so bad that i had to wear a frown on my face for being asked to do something when someone else could've done it?
i just don't understand, do i have to live my life not being able to reciprocate my feelings? am i not allowed to feel anger, annoyance, frustration and sadness?
do i have to pretend like everything is fine and i should just be happy?
Every hour of my life i think about how i could just end it.
i mean how hard can it be? it should be easy, right?
But how come it's so hard? Does that mean that i have some lingering affection to this wretched hell i'm in or am i not doing it out of obligation?
i don't know anymore, i'm tired.
i'm just tired of everything, every single day i wake up thinking, "why am i still alive? what's the point of it all?".
i made one mistake and i get called selfish.
what makes me so selfish? the fact that i adjust myself to the people around me? or the fact that i sacrificed my own education so that someone else could graduate?
or that i willingly do everyone asks of me?
is it so bad that i had to wear a frown on my face for being asked to do something when someone else could've done it?
i just don't understand, do i have to live my life not being able to reciprocate my feelings? am i not allowed to feel anger, annoyance, frustration and sadness?
do i have to pretend like everything is fine and i should just be happy?
Every hour of my life i think about how i could just end it.
i mean how hard can it be? it should be easy, right?
But how come it's so hard? Does that mean that i have some lingering affection to this wretched hell i'm in or am i not doing it out of obligation?
i don't know anymore, i'm tired.
