It seems like it doesn't matter how much cheering or motivation I can get, at the end of the day I still can't handle living.
I have no idea why this is happening. Why do I resist? What do I resist? How come life turned out so boring and pointless! Where has the cheerful-me gone? Am I that fake? Till when I'll keep saying that I can't take it anymore? Because that is a lie. By the end, I do take more and more, and life keeps circulating. Something has to change. The circle must be broken. And I'm supposed to be the savior of my life. So I should be the one with the axe and break it. But I can't find any axes, or sicssors actually! Can u see any?!