It’s just this depressive mood. No matter what kind of medicine I take or therapy i go through it won’t go away. I don’t want to sound greedy, but I feel like I deserve more out of life than this. With taking college classes and work, I deserve more credit than what I’ve been getting. Nothing makes sense. But then it got me thinking, what’s the point? We are going to die one day and will be forgotten. So why are we working so hard ? When we should be in peace and having an easy life and enjoy it.
there’s got to be more to life than just having a job, going to school, having families, getting married, then dying. The routine of everyday life is slowly killing me. Why can’t we just decide to wake up one more and explore the unknown parts of the world. Maybe i’m not made for this.