I worry so much. I worry about something I can’t control, and I feel like this feeling is wrong—like it’s my fault. I wonder how the world was made and why it made me this way. No, the world is just the world, and no one can truly change someone else or make them into nothing. Well, it’s my broken mind that makes my life this way. I have nothing to do. My own thoughts make me feel dizzy and shattered.
I think too much. I wonder what the future will be like. And I don’t want to be nothing. Life just goes on, but it feels so strange if I don’t achieve something great or make someone happy. But if I try too hard to make others happy in many ways, it ends up breaking me while I struggle through it. I just want true happiness, success, and people’s validation.
No, people simply judge and place value on my life.