You, me

I used to be an idealist. Borderline delusional but in a good way. If something was possible, even if only a little, I poured my heart into it expecting good results. I was always happy and optimistic. Failure never held me down for long. I used to believe all things were possible. I used to think hard work would always pay off in the end..

I always used to see only the good in things..

Now I am the polar opposite. I can’t sugar coat anything. All life and all things are pointless.

I used to value concepts such as “love” and “compassions”. I used to love everyone, even strangers.

I used to believe I could succeed in literally anything.

Then I broke 5 years ago. Reality hit me. I woke up and saw the world for what it truly is. Ever since then all I could think about all this years has been suicide. I even tried to take my life before but failed and ended up in the mental institute.

Too bad I can’t become an idealist anymore. Delusional but happy.