Other people have it worse.
So I always tell myself that I am better. I can do the things they cannot do. I can achieve the things they cannot achieve. I can attain that something they want to attain.
Other people have it worse, and they’re keeping themselves alive.
So, I should too. I must not give up. Because I am better.
But, knowing that other people have it way more worse than me. . . It’s kind of draining me. It’s sad knowing that other people have it worse.
Like fuck, what I have isn’t the worst, yet I feel like giving up.
Whenever I see those people, I always wonder, how do they do it? Are they just faking it, like me? How do they keep themselves alive? How do they still want to be alive in this world that’s slowly rotting away?
I’m just 21 and it’s too early to give up.
I know, it’s too early to give up.
But, I died a long time ago, and my body wants to catch up.
So I always tell myself that I am better. I can do the things they cannot do. I can achieve the things they cannot achieve. I can attain that something they want to attain.
Other people have it worse, and they’re keeping themselves alive.
So, I should too. I must not give up. Because I am better.
But, knowing that other people have it way more worse than me. . . It’s kind of draining me. It’s sad knowing that other people have it worse.
Like fuck, what I have isn’t the worst, yet I feel like giving up.
Whenever I see those people, I always wonder, how do they do it? Are they just faking it, like me? How do they keep themselves alive? How do they still want to be alive in this world that’s slowly rotting away?
I’m just 21 and it’s too early to give up.
I know, it’s too early to give up.
But, I died a long time ago, and my body wants to catch up.