I am: sad, suicidal, emotionally unstable, hearing voices and I don't know how to progress in life.
I don't need neither your advices, neither help. I'm fine being on edge of kms everytime I get mad at myself and deeply convinced that there is no cure that would heal root of the problems without changing my personality. If you ever want to help me, I hasten to disappoint you that it is too late. I am do not feel sorry for myself, but for anyone who ever tried to help. Hate everything and everyone, including myself and the only future that is awaiting me is an endless agony in a bottomless pit.

He starts the day with his eyes closed. Surely, they will open at some point, but does he care about that. Should anyone care if he goes out of his eternal blissful sleep. And yet, he does. But is it any different as he walks around in a state of disembodiment, completely lost in time and space, barely even remembering who he was, the world around seems distant and actions happen on it's own, likewise to the sleep he just left. Does anyone around feel the same way. Do they need to? He keeps asking himself a multiple streams of questions, grasping on to his breakfast. It doesn't taste. He thinks that's good, be it way to delicious he would've lost the only left to him, the only string of conciousness that leads all these questions and instead given in to the bestial gluttony. Would it be too nasty and he would've been reminded of disgusts of this world, which he sees in every corner - people, things, life. Could it be even more blissfull to not see what's going on, but to have a grasp of your own daydreams. The walls seem decorative as he could walk through them, just decides not to. Each step is seemless as the flow of time. Suddenly the clocks remind him that it's past the noon and out of nowhere, unbearable wheight hits his chest, almost like a spear trying to reach his bloodraging heart through the roof that got closer. If he'd still been in his trance, he would've thought that evils of the world want to get him. But now he is overloaded with heaviness of the life. He felt nothing a second ago, and now he holding whole world on his limpy shoulders. No one around seems to notice the change and that saddens him. He wanted to scream about it, but someone inside said him not to. So he screamed at the voice inside. He felt lungs strained, he felt helpless. Turning back on what was happening he gone to his shelter, closed his eyes with a hope to never open them ever again.

No one is around to help
Life is hard, Life is stressful
I need peace and tranquility
I don't have to prove myself to anyone
No one is around to help
Life is hard, Life is stressful
I need peace and tranquility
I don't have to prove myself to anyone
No one is around to help
Life is hard, Life is stressful
I need peace and tranquility
I don't have to prove myself to anyone
No one is around to help
Life is hard, Life is stressful
I need peace and tranquility
I don't have to prove myself to anyone
No one is around to help
Life is hard, Life is stressful
I need peace and tranquility
I don't have to prove myself to anyone
No one is around to help
Life is hard, Life is stressful
I need peace and tranquility
I don't have to prove myself to anyone

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