the feeling of hopelessness with no attachment to the universe mentally
the suffocation knowing you have air in your lungs.
the air feels thin here.
wishing you had shut your eyes and never awaken.— leah
are we merely existing or truly thriving in this world?
we live to survive.
really? why was i born? i don’t want to live.
what....?
i’m exhausted by this world; everything just feels so draining, and i can’t even to figure out why. it’s as if every step forward requires twice the effort, and i’m running out of fuel. each day feels like a battle against an invisible force, and i’m not sure how much longer i can keep going like this‚ and the weight in my shoulders seems to grow heavier everytime.
living in this world is sucks.