I hate this life. All of the pressure that I’ve been endure gives me nothing but feeling of failures. I failed to do everything that I want. I failed to pursuit my dream. I failed to make myself happy. I realised that the feeling of desire to surpass those challenges was only my impulsion at a moment. I don’t want to live other’s life and leave forever my own one behind. I’ve given up on following my dream to focus on things supposed more important. Hardly do I imagine my future when it absolutely is not my hope.
Sometimes I am desperate for not being able to change my beginning
Thus sometimes I just want to perish so that I can start again