Fuck.

6.

I feel like I'm drowning.
In a pool of my own self pity.
In a pool of anxiety, stress, fear, loneliness.
It's pitiful.
Annoying.
Unnecessary.
People have it worse than me.
People are getting beat, they're starving, contemplating suicide.
Why do I have the right to complain?
Oh wait, I don't.
The world has a weird way of teaching us things.
But in a sick twisted way, it works.
We work hard, we get nothing.
We do nothing, we get nothing.
Some would say that you get money, a house, expensive items.
That's true.
It doesn't mean anything.
We don't get happiness out of it.
True happiness.
When it comes down to it, we're all still sad.
Ratchet beings craving nothing more than what we don't have.
Even when we have so so much.
It's funny in a way.
How we preach about self love and appreciating the little things when we ourselves want what the person next to us has.
And they want what we have.
We never truly take a moment to realize how privileged we are to have the things we have, do the things we do, and lives the lives we live.
It's a one in a million chance that you were the one your mother birthed.
It's crazy.
I'm crazy.
So fucking crazy.
I ask so much but deserve so fucking little.
How is it fair?
Oh wait, it isn't.
I feel like I'm watching my life through a window.
I don't want to be make believe.
But yet, here we are.
You know me through a screen.
A fucking screen.
The people I look up to might as well be fake.
I only ever see them through a screen.
I don't exist.
Not to them at least.
In the grand scheme of things, I'm a speck of dust, waiting to be blown off the shelf.
Just to be replaced by another.

- The Truth