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I don’t even know where to start. To put it bluntly, my life is falling apart. I’ve squandered every single opportunity to build the life I actually wanted. Some of it is on me, some of it is on my parents, and honestly, I think part of it is on God too.
Unfortunately, we’re talking about things that can’t be undone, or at least they're incredibly hard to fix. I just don't have the energy to restart a chapter that should have been closed a long time ago. Whatever my dream was, those doors are basically slammed shut.
Now I’m left with the idea of settling—finding some compromise, doing something else... but the reality is, there isn't anything else I actually want to do.
I tried. I really did. I even went through the motions of getting a degree (which I’ll be finishing soon!), even though I couldn't care less about the subject. Every time I think I'm getting by, I spiral into another crisis or a bout of depression. It’s exhausting, especially when I realize that living a life where I'm miserable feels completely pointless. There are days when I spend hours crying because I can't see an exit from this hell. Other days, I manage to play the part of a happy person perfectly, which works since everyone who knows me thinks I'm being genuine—mostly because, on paper, my life looks great.
But inside, I’m screaming while I’m laughing on the outside. I don't have the strength to keep this act up. I've always been a fighter, but this is too much. I find myself spiraling into dark thoughts lately—thinking about "accidentally" veering off the road or falling from a rooftop... stuff like that.
I just don't see the point in a life where I'm crying every single day...
Unfortunately, we’re talking about things that can’t be undone, or at least they're incredibly hard to fix. I just don't have the energy to restart a chapter that should have been closed a long time ago. Whatever my dream was, those doors are basically slammed shut.
Now I’m left with the idea of settling—finding some compromise, doing something else... but the reality is, there isn't anything else I actually want to do.
I tried. I really did. I even went through the motions of getting a degree (which I’ll be finishing soon!), even though I couldn't care less about the subject. Every time I think I'm getting by, I spiral into another crisis or a bout of depression. It’s exhausting, especially when I realize that living a life where I'm miserable feels completely pointless. There are days when I spend hours crying because I can't see an exit from this hell. Other days, I manage to play the part of a happy person perfectly, which works since everyone who knows me thinks I'm being genuine—mostly because, on paper, my life looks great.
But inside, I’m screaming while I’m laughing on the outside. I don't have the strength to keep this act up. I've always been a fighter, but this is too much. I find myself spiraling into dark thoughts lately—thinking about "accidentally" veering off the road or falling from a rooftop... stuff like that.
I just don't see the point in a life where I'm crying every single day...