It's hard to live with thought that I can't change anything. Ever.

My friends know the shit I'm in. But I feel a little bit like I want to speak up here. A little bit tho.

I don't want to tell how my life is horrible and I want to d★e. No.

It all started with my family, I dislike them. For many years, I've simply been a tool for exploitation to make their lives better.

I don't sleep at night. I still do.

And after only a couple hours, which is enough to destroy all my efforts. But for some reason, it's always my fault.

I tried to do something. Anything at all. Well...

But for the most part I somehow have to entertain myself during this period, like a drawing.

Or maybe I'm just dumb. But I still feel bad.

Sorry you had to read this