I just feel like i work so hard to please everyone. Aka my parents, my friends, just everybody. And i never do. And like im not succeeding in anything im doing right now. Im just like so tired. I cant like do anything. Like everything is so hard for me. Idek why. My life is just like everybody elses. So i have no reason to be complaining. I have a home. Both of my parents. Food on a table, but i just feel like no matter how much i have its like i still have these irrelevant problems. I dont know. There’s no actual problem. Its like my problems aren’t even real. They’re all in my head.

And no matter what I can never express how I’m feeling anywhere because I get massive loads of people complaining about it. It just makes me so mad.

Even when I think I’ve finally found someone who completely understands and respects everything that I go through. I prove myself wrong. There will never be a person on the face of this earth who will understand me. Nobody does. You might think you do, but you really dont. Nobody ever will, and its really quite depressing that I’ve come to this conclusion.