Why do i exist?
I mean, I’m not one of those who hate themselves, I just see the truth.
And the truth is that no one cares.
No one cares about me.
No one cares how I feel.
I’m “living” this life in a wrong way.
It’s not that I drink or smoke or use drugs.
I am just depressed.
All the time.
I’m never happy with myself.
I see the happiness in the other people and all I want is to die.
Everyone say ”this is good, this makes you special”, but if being special means being alone, have nobody by your side, I do not want to be special.
I want to be normal.
I’m here, my body is here, but I actually don’t exist.
the problem in world is that a lot of people don’t appreciate what they have and they want what they don’t have