ALL OF US HAVE OUR OWN WEIGHT TO CARRY IN LIFE.
i was once a boy, so cheerful, living in a world untouched by worry.
i longed for adulthood to come swiftly, dreamed of wandering the world, free and unbound.
but now, here i stand, grown and weary, asking myself—why do i feel lost in this vast emptiness?
surrounded by people, by waves that kiss the shore with their golden whispers, i still feel trapped, caged in an endless, silent void.
no one warned me how heavy this life would feel, how hard it is to be an adult.
i miss that boy i used to be, naive, innocent, untouched by the weight of the world.
i miss those nights when my mind was still, before anxiety took root, before worries grew into monsters chasing me into the dark.
i yearn for those carefree days, untouched by overthinking, untouched by the shadows of
~depression~
