Hey👋🏻
I bet you are not expecting something extraordinary from this story, tbh neither I am. I'm a horrible writer, just wanted to share with you the story of my life.
Do you have dreams? Because I stop dreaming when I was like 16. At that time I'd already understood that nothing matters(maybe that's because I had suicidal thoughts till I was 17, but here I am). So the thing is no one and nothing worth to dream about, because dreams mainly don't come true. Life is not a fairytale, where everything is fine. The Sun is not always shining in real life. There are rainy days as well. Sometimes they are more than sunny ones, sometimes the whole life is like a dark cloud. Thus you have anxiety and depression. But you always can change that. You can change the way you see the reality, the way you see yourself as a piece of this world. You can meet new people, who will make you feel special, but then... they will leave. Everyone does sooner or later, either you want it or not. And it always hurts, but that's the point of life " to find the ones worth suffering for".
So that's the beginning of life. That is reality. And this story will be about my reality and how I see things and what do they mean to me.
