I hate everything about me today. I hate myself totally. I can’t recognize myself in the mirror, inside or outside. I used to love doing things, enjoy the simple things, I used to walk outside, sit on a bench and write whatever about the people that just passed by , or about the emotions sent by a leaf, take photos . I used to be free… and now that I’m free, I’m actually not.
I hate the fact that I don’t have time to read, to write more, to do whatever. I hate the fact that I stand at the point where I ask myself if this is really who I am and what I want to do.
Everything seems to go bad, and I’m useless because I can’t do anything to change it. I guess I’m not that strong as I thought. I’m tired of having to do the things that I have to do and none of the things I want to.
I want to go anywhere but here, I want a new start. A new life.
Why am I stuck here?
I’m a mess.