Sometimes life is hard. Never mind. Life is always hard. Getting up, living, doing anything is hard. You have to make a decision everyday of whether it's worth it. Getting up, putting on a new face, one that says "I'm happy, I'm fine." And sometimes that becomes too much. I saw this comment under a youtube video today. It said :
" dear self,
i'm very jealous of how you can make everyone happy, yet you cant make yourself as happy as everyone else."
Sometimes I look at my friends and I can't help but feel jealous of their lives. Some of them are struggling but they have someone to go to, some are struggling but they have an escape, something to lean on, someone to lean on, and I have nothing. I have to live in the realities of my sorrows, day after day. And no one knows how hard it is, when all you want is for someone to just notice that you aren't okay, and nothing is worse than watching yourself fall apart, and its even worse when the only one that notices...is you.
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Purpose.
No FicciónTake this as you wish, this is my journey. I hope to help people find peace, or at least be able to relate to what I'm saying.
