It's been 15 minutes since I thought about my death. I suppose that's the kind of thoughts that my brain gives me when I'm stuck.
Let me tell you - idk if someone will read this- that this is not a story, there is no beginning or an end , no hero or a villain, no purpose or a twist. It's just chaos . Enough reason to make you stop reading and go search for a real novel.
Since you're still reading then welcome to my hell. I'm currently at the end of my life
-metaphorically speaking of course -
I'll try to briefly tell you what's going up with me :
- burnout bcz of social media.
- feeling down bcz of losing my year for the 2nd time.
- having a fight with my mother.
- unable to get out of the house with friends because of lack of money.
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I'm sure there's more reasons that are causing this mental or emotional state but the sur thing is that I don't feel my life moving forward. I'm sur you've heard before that living life is like being on a mechanic stairs if you don't advance you'll return to the back...and that's how I'm feeling tbh.
Ps: this was not so clean I will try to put it on chapters: I may devide the causes of my situation by types : people , life, money, education.. etc.
