I exist, but I don't live.

Anyways

im bored. Im so bored. But at the same time, a strange sort of dread gnaws at the corners of my brain. I think i have an inferiority complex. I also think that im afflicted with brain fog. For some reason, im not interested in anything. Or if i am interested in something, i find that its so very confusing and tiring to think about it. I tend to overthink a lot, and im trying to fix that. I always feel like i have an obligation. An obligation to who? I dont know. I dont know. I dont want to think about it. Im so bored, and i try to do everything at once, but end up getting nowhere. I want to stop for a bit. Just let me relax. Let me breathe, i beg of you. Who am i begging? The universe? My nation? My family and friends? Or my own self. My brain is so cruel. I hate it. I feel like im stuck in one place. I feel like im below everyone else, even fictional characters. When that happens, i act like i hate fiction, the only thing that used to give me a vague sense of escape. Now even that has been taken away from me. Nonfiction is too hard to think about. Even when i try reading a single sentence, my brain starts hurting and i cant go on. I simply cant. Im such a fool, and im never going to achieve anything. I tried telling my mom about at least a fraction of the thoughts that occupy me, but she dismissed them as "illusions". Im such a fool arent i? I just want to rest. I want asylum. I want to drown myself in something that doesn't demand me to prove myself. I dont know how that works but its just the way it is. I want a break. Please break me out of this prison. What prison? The world? Your home? Your own mind? Im laughing at myself. Im a really funny person. Im going insane.

Im just being.

vladdyyyyy

I have an exam tomorrow and I just wish for a beautiful man to appear in my balcony and tell me I’m the lost princess of some magical kingdom and that I have to come with him to save the world. Just please !!!