A lot of things going on and I could write about so much things. The world is a sad place. So is mine.
I’m feeling pushed, and that people around me don’t give space. And they seem to blame me for it.
Do they even understand what it’s like to feel depressed, that every day is a fight again and just living life is hard enough, but no, everyone wants you to make plans and future goals and whatever all these things, but it’s already hard enough to struggle through each single day. Without future plans, because they are simply too hard. Without goals, because they are simply too far, out of reach and they eat too much energy. Energy that is needed just to get through the day.
I am angry, and at the same time filled with apathy, sadness, sorrow, and a void.
I can not even talk about it, because it makes me too sad.
But I can say is that I feel under a lot of pressure. People pulling at me.
And I feel very alone. Like VERY alone.
I want to crawl away and hide, and not face anyone and not face the world and not live life. And that is not even possible. How pathetic. Seriously.