Venting what an absolutely fucked up place to be alive in

[Darkover]

I'm Tired of This World

I'm tired of pretending this is okay.
Tired of pretending that survival is living.
Tired of watching people break themselves to fit into a world that was never built with their humanity in mind.


Why are we forced to do what we hate?
Why is joy a privilege and not a right?
Why is passion crushed under deadlines, dreams sold off for rent, and lives reduced to paychecks?


We didn't come here to be slaves to a system.
We didn't come here to work jobs that drain us just to afford to stay alive.
We didn't come here to prove our worth. We were already worth something—before the world taught us we weren't.


What kind of existence is this, where doing what you love is a risk, a luxury, a gamble?
Where you're punished for dreaming and rewarded for enduring misery quietly?


They say "That's life."
But this isn't life.
This is survival. This is servitude.
Life—real life—is joy, creation, connection, curiosity, love.
And none of that should have a price tag.


I didn't ask to be born into a rigged game.
And I won't pretend it's okay just because it's "normal."
Normal doesn't mean just.
Normal doesn't mean right.
It just means we've given up fighting.


But I haven't. Not yet.
I still believe in a world where people wake up excited.
Where doing what you love isn't a rebellion—it's just life.
Where you don't have to sacrifice your soul to stay alive.


I'm tired of this world.
But I'm even more tired of silence.