people seems like they’re having fun and enjoying their ride while here i am carrying all these thoughts and pushing myself to do all the things i don’t want to. i have to work hard for others, i have to do this and that so people can live greatly, i have to do this and that so i can help others- BUT I’M DYING INSIDE! I’d love to help people, but not with this way.
when is the happiest moment of my youth?
ugh, wait, does happiness even exist tho?