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Sometimes I wake up and ask myself am I better off dead. These feelings I always get when the world seems to show me how irrelevant I am in this place I ought to be. Thoughts have been running in my mind telling me I don't belong here. Depression and anxiety has attacked and these I cannot bear. I feel such a disappointment that nobody here seems to get my point. All my achievements have been replaced with failures and I wish to be clairvoyant so that every time I am to do something I know I won't be pointless. To be honest, I've been always a catastrophe to my family, my friends and to everyone else. Because this life has given me no hope. This world had been nothing but a shattered periscope along with all my dreams. And the spinning feeling, the skull-aching feelings the deep-seated knowledge it crashes over me repeatedly saying "You are nothing, you are nothing, you are nothing" and if it wasn't for the coffee, I don't know if I'd still be breathing.
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
The Void
Sometimes I wake up and ask myself am I better off dead. These feelings I always get when the world seems to show me how irrelevant I am in this place I ought to be. Thoughts have been running in my mind telling me I don't belong here. Depression and anxiety has attacked and these I cannot bear. I feel such a disappointment that nobody here seems to get my point. All my achievements have been replaced with failures and I wish to be clairvoyant so that every time I am to do something I know I won't be pointless. To be honest, I've been always a catastrophe to my family, my friends and to everyone else. Because this life has given me no hope. This world had been nothing but a shattered periscope along with all my dreams. And the spinning feeling, the skull-aching feelings the deep-seated knowledge it crashes over me repeatedly saying "You are nothing, you are nothing, you are nothing" and if it wasn't for the coffee, I don't know if I'd still be breathing.
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
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