I’m tired.
I’m tired of living a lie, I’m tired of pretending to be okay all the time, of pretending to be strong when I’m in fact so vulnerable and weak, just to spare my family’s worry.
I’m tired of going to a university I hate, in a major I can’t stand, and pretending that I’m the least bit interested in it so that my parents don’t feel my sadness and take the
matter personally.
J’en ai marre d’être gentil avec tout le monde, et m’occuper tellement de leurs problemes qu’ils oublissent que j’en ai aussi, juste parce que je mens bien.
I’m just… exhausted. I sometimes wish I could just forget all my responsabilities and scream. Scream so loud, so that they know I’m not fine, then maybe they’ll see beyond their problems and start caring about mine.
The world is selfish, it took me 21 years to figure out not to trust anyone.
“Everyone I know goes away, in the end”
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Sorry for your situation. Why don’t you talk to your parents? Maybe they’ll understand something of your internal torture. Anyway your conclusion is somehow right. You are deluded as long as you expect others to care too much for you and eventually know what bothers you unless you clearly tell them. Everyone has their own problems so they rarely see beyond them and don’t spend time on others…sad but true.
Good luck.