Tired

I hate living.

It's like, there's nothing on earth worth being miserable over. But there's nothing on earth worth being happy about too.

I've lost control over the things I used to hold on to so tightly. I can't even see the path I am heading towards.

People move on. And I hate the fact that I can't seem to digest that.

Everyone around me are so advanced in their life stage, I feel so damn freaking young and childish. I dunno what I hate myself for, or what I need to do to make myself happier, that's the worst part isn't it?

If I dunno what makes me happy, I'll never be able to make myself happier.

And if I know I'll never be happy, then there's honestly no meaning in life. I dunno what I'm working for, I dunno who I'm pleasing.

Maybe life's in my own hands. Then I'm just destroying myself. There's nothing much to destroy anyway, if in the first place, nothing was constructed.