roseleaf
freedom is a dream that is just out of reach
- Apr 25, 2023
- 233
i hate my life (don't we all?) and i honestly cant figure out why.
i was one of the top students all of middle and most of high school.
i hope i was kind to people i knew, because i really tried to be a good person. a nice person.
but despite everything, for some reason i still hated everything. every moment.
after i turned 13, i had really weird dreams and i would wake up with the oddest feelings. i would have a dream of hanging myself at least once a month. every time i woke up, no matter the dreams i had or if i woke up or not, i would ask myself, 'am i dead? what is this feeling of emptiness?'
i still don't know.
and after a while, thinking of death just became the norm. it could be walking down a hall or lying down or in the middle of a good book.
now, i just miss my life. when i loved everything and everyone around me. sometimes i wanna turn it back to when i was careless and happy. happy. happy. now when i think im happy, it's just me feeling not-sad.
usually im just numb.
i used to believe in unicorns. and magic. i begged my mom when i turned 8 for a party. we were always poor, but she gave me the party.
a lot of people on this forum don't really love their parents, and i totally understand. i never really talked to my dad because he was not so great mentally. but i love my mom. to death.
anyway, those were the good days. i miss the good days. i want to see them again. the times before i perfected that fake smile, when i wore the real one everywhere. the days when i laughed at my friends jokes. when i hung out at the park with my brother .
i want to make a time machine before i die, just to watch everything one more time before it all burns down.
this vent doesn't really make any sense to anyone but me, but if you get it, thanks. thank you for reading.
i was one of the top students all of middle and most of high school.
i hope i was kind to people i knew, because i really tried to be a good person. a nice person.
but despite everything, for some reason i still hated everything. every moment.
after i turned 13, i had really weird dreams and i would wake up with the oddest feelings. i would have a dream of hanging myself at least once a month. every time i woke up, no matter the dreams i had or if i woke up or not, i would ask myself, 'am i dead? what is this feeling of emptiness?'
i still don't know.
and after a while, thinking of death just became the norm. it could be walking down a hall or lying down or in the middle of a good book.
now, i just miss my life. when i loved everything and everyone around me. sometimes i wanna turn it back to when i was careless and happy. happy. happy. now when i think im happy, it's just me feeling not-sad.
usually im just numb.
i used to believe in unicorns. and magic. i begged my mom when i turned 8 for a party. we were always poor, but she gave me the party.
a lot of people on this forum don't really love their parents, and i totally understand. i never really talked to my dad because he was not so great mentally. but i love my mom. to death.
anyway, those were the good days. i miss the good days. i want to see them again. the times before i perfected that fake smile, when i wore the real one everywhere. the days when i laughed at my friends jokes. when i hung out at the park with my brother .
i want to make a time machine before i die, just to watch everything one more time before it all burns down.
this vent doesn't really make any sense to anyone but me, but if you get it, thanks. thank you for reading.