Me.

I'm physically a seventeen year old girl, but mentally I'm a fifty year old man, I feel like I've lived enough in this planet, I mean...I've been through a lot of shit and it made me think that life isn't worth living at all, we keep on doing the same mistakes all over again and it destroys us from the inside, we try to deny the facts by strengthening our religious beliefs and our social relationships but we know that one day or another it will completely reduce our lives to pieces and there's nothing that we can do against it.
Perfection has no right to exist, I don't believe that there is anybody somewhere who wakes up in a perfect state, brushes his teeth, takes a shower and goes to work, comes back in the evening, eats and sleeps with a clear conscience, thinking that his life is lovely because he made no mistakes and owes nothing to none.