i just cant deal with life anymore, my mother is dead, my father is absent, my sisters are ungratedul and the rest of the world simply doesnt care.
my mother was my inspiration, my way to keep going, to make her proud, but whats the point anymore, this anxiety i felt for moths is unending, i fear of dying the same way my mother did, in a lot of pain, and i just cant shake all these feelings, i want to keep going but life itslef just doesnt want me to, anything i do is unfufilling, every time i try im judt reminded that it means nothing. im tired, im just tired.
