Life is never as simple as most people make it seem. Life is far from bearable.
It's starting to become worthless, and sooner or later, it would be a none given reason for
trying to continue. Life is becoming more and more a game I continue to fail at.
Failures such as I should not even have the worth to life.
Breathing is just too much to handle. So why should I even continue to breathe? The
Earth may be round, but the curves and roundness are always closing in on me as if Earth
was square and full of corners. My brain won't stop racing down a never-ending track of
madness. My world comes closer to crashing everyday, but there is an unknown reason for
holding up the pillars. This reason needs to make itself known, because I am on the edge
of giving up very soon...