Everything is like a mind game. Why are we even alive. Life sucks and I don’t like this fake game
Everything feels fake and I feel like shit because of it. I have something real in me, call it consciousness, and I recognize the fake things and people that I’m surrounded by. Even my body might be fake. What do I mean by fake? For example something that is created from something else. For example, a chair made from the wood of a tree but it goes deeper because it feels like even the trees are fake. Trees, houses, animals, you name it
What do you do when you want to run from people and things that hurt you but you have nowhere to go. I feel so weak
They employ words and mind games tactics for more than ten years but they do it in a way that it doesn’t matter that my soul is in pain everyday and I’m always the one to blame if I don’t do it their way. I explain to them my point of view but they can’t help or understand it.
They force me to say hi everyday. Other people and family members force me to say hi everyday. If I don’t say hi, it’s like the whole world is gonna end. They love it, they are like robots. Hi is the most important thing. They love to talk almost 24 hours everyday. Every little insignificant bullshit has to be talked over and over again everyday.
Feeling like I’m getting pushed to the edge
A war is going on two planes: mental and physical, I’m tired of this soul hurt. Omg, they won’t stop until I’m actually dead from all points of view
They attack me, they oppose me, they have to always be right, they are superior, they see me as no good. They exist, I didn’t create them, it’s a daily struggle.
Why……
The world is sick. People’s minds and bodies are sick but unfortunately things will keep being like this because they are made to go on like this.
Reality is often disappointing. I agree with Thanos.
Bad to the bone, a song where I can replace bad with sad so sad to the bone.
It hurts really
I wonder if death is the answer to all life’s problems
So sad because of the way things are
This might be the end of the road
…lonely.
Imaginary exercises, running without stopping
I don’t wanna keep living this life with these thoughts. If nothing changes, I’m out
Are humans the most dangerous creatures on this plane?