Entry 20: How Could I Become Happy?

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5.00 AM
Still very alive and well. Stupid shit.

12.00 PM
Focusing in class isn't easy. I keep zoning out. Why should I spend time on stupid shit like math? I shouldn't. I should only do what I want to. This world is stupid. Stupid systems. I hate all of it. I don't need an education. I don't need society judging me for not abiding the laws of the Modern Lifestyle for People With Money. Screw you.

12.59 PM
I just walked past a group of poppies. Stephanie was with them. She really blends in well with them. Good for her.

5.38 PM
I don't think happiness is something I can achieve. Hanging out with friends was never fun except when it was with Matilda, but our friendship is over. Going out isn't fun when there are people judging me left and right. Home is where I'm comfortable and feel safe, where I can be alone and decide myself what I want to spend my time doing. Watch movies, read books, scroll down my timeline on Twitter. But without money, that's not easy to do for a living. I don't want to get a job. Wake up, go to work, go home, 3 hours of freedom, go to sleep, repeat. 50 years of doing that over and over again. Who would want to do that?

What am I doing wrong? What is my problem? Who made me this way? I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be me. That's it... it's me. I'm the problem. Something in my brain malfunctioned, so now I'm like this. There's nothing I can do about it except attempting to shut it down completely. And I will.

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