Zoya
Emotional pain is stronger than physical pain.
- May 30, 2020
- 51
Today that day...
I feel that I don't belong to this world, everything is modest, I wonder if there is a place where I feel good, where I am not judged and I don't have to see the disgusting reality.
I'm sick of seeing how they talk about others, of seeing that nobody can make mistakes, of seeing vanity, of seeing that they only care about themselves, about the physical, about the ephemeral.
I am tired of seeing that some are happy and others are not, of seeing the gluttony of some and seeing that others are dying of hunger.
Of seeing that some have a warm place to rest and others die of cold.
I'm sick of the fact that to "fit in" I can't be me, because it's just bad.
I'm sick of the damn society and the fact that they think money buys everything.
I'm sick of fucking humanity, of knowing how disgusting and bad human beings can be.
There are days when I can't stand it anymore and positivism goes to waste.
I wish I had the pants to stop living and leave all this shit behind, but I can't, not yet.
I feel so bad today.
What do you think is behind death?
I feel that I don't belong to this world, everything is modest, I wonder if there is a place where I feel good, where I am not judged and I don't have to see the disgusting reality.
I'm sick of seeing how they talk about others, of seeing that nobody can make mistakes, of seeing vanity, of seeing that they only care about themselves, about the physical, about the ephemeral.
I am tired of seeing that some are happy and others are not, of seeing the gluttony of some and seeing that others are dying of hunger.
Of seeing that some have a warm place to rest and others die of cold.
I'm sick of the fact that to "fit in" I can't be me, because it's just bad.
I'm sick of the damn society and the fact that they think money buys everything.
I'm sick of fucking humanity, of knowing how disgusting and bad human beings can be.
There are days when I can't stand it anymore and positivism goes to waste.
I wish I had the pants to stop living and leave all this shit behind, but I can't, not yet.
I feel so bad today.
What do you think is behind death?