The Suffering Of The Weak (mental)

The Story

Why are some people's lives so much better than others? Why is the world created on the principle of injustice? I write this because I feel lonely, hurt, offended ... I hardly have the words to explain everything I feel. So ... I am a student who is not respected by anyone, insulted, hated. I only wonder one thing - why me? I haven't done anything to anyone, I even try to help, to do good, to be nice, but people treat me badly, I have the feeling that everyone has spoken out against me to crush me. Yes, I am weak mentally, shy, modest, yes, I am not one of the best, yes, I make mistakes, but why has everyone agreed to hate and insult me? How to go to school? With what courage? How do I wake up in the morning wanting to go to this place? How can I wake up with a desire to learn, with a desire to live? Cruelty and cruelty ... this is what our time has become. I still have a year left in this school, in this class, but until then, how can I cope? To count the months, days, hours? If I had friends at least to know that I'm not alone ... if I was at least a little respected, if I knew there was something to lean on, I would go on ... I know you can't give me advice, I guess there are others like me, I just wanted to pour out my grief ....

Last Updated
August 14, 2020
Author:
jesisaenz

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