I just don’t feel like going outside and see people, or even
glance through them. I really don’t know what I really want. I always wondered,
how is my future going to look like.
I mean, come on. There are so many happy people out there
doing their stuff with their friends. I just don’t have any. I do, but they’re
not even here. As if it’s gonna be fun talking to them only connected through
Mark Zuckerberg’s famous invention. Pff.
I don’t want money anymore to buy things I want to. I just
need money to pay all these sickening bills and house rent. I hate being in
this situation but what else I can do? Run away and forget everything and start
a same new problems out there, alone?
I don’t want to look at my parents. And family.
I’m not motivated, I will never be.
I’ve lost everything. Trust, appetite, favourite things,
orgasm. Everything. What else? Let go of this computer and that printer I
recently bought?
Insane.
Maybe I should take a long rest and die.
