I Want To Die, And That's How I Feel

The Story

I walk the streets and gather so much pain and weight. All these people with their happy faces, some in a hurry somewhere, others carefree. Their ordinary existence and their ordinary human problems. All this fills me with a very sad feeling. The sun that shines over them, the rain from which they hide. Mothers pushing strollers, groups of teenagers, the old age of retirees. Suddenly I hated everything and everyone in this world. I can't put up with his device. I can't accept that I will have to work at least 8 hours a day. I don't want to work and have no time for real miracles all my life. Call me a lazy slut. I don't want a family, children. I do not want to live the life that mass culture has predestined us to live. I have other priorities. I want to travel the world in a cheap caravan and have a rock band of real and liberated people. I don't know what's happening to me. I'm only 18, and I close without going anywhere, just me, I think, the many books and the music I love so much. I do not have friends. I don't have people to share how I feel. No wisdom around me. Why everyone lives so superficially. Work, sweat, bills, a nice house, a well-paid job - is that life, damn it? I stopped caring. For hunger, for poverty, for all global problems. I don't want to save the world anymore. I feel like I'm from another planet. I can't find my place. I live in my own fictional world even when I walk the streets, even when I talk. I just can't accept that reality. I want to die, and that's how I live, but not in such a reality. Hopefully at least one will appear in the comments, who doesn't tell me to stop dreaming and visit a therapist. Thanks for your time!

Last Updated
September 05, 2020
Author:
annitafox

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