A lot of crap has been going on in my life right now.
I don't know where my patience has gone. It's as if the moment I landed, it has slowly began ebbing away. I'm just...tired. This long holiday stretching out in front of me, well, it doesn't make it any better.
I'm sure a lot of my friends are enjoying their holiday, and I probably shouldn't pop their happy bubble. So I didn't.
I feel so miserable hanging around the house all day. I want to go out and have a life, I guess. I don't know.
Maybe it's because I've been hanging out with misers so much and having nothing except the end of the holiday to look forward to. I'm not even looking forward to my birthday anymore. What's the point? It's not gonna be celebrated anyway.
Sure, UK doesn't hold answers to everything, and I'm probably running away. I do know one thing tho. At least when I am there, I feel like I have a purpose. I feel I have a goal in life. I feel...I don't know, appreciated there.
I'm tired of talking people out of ending their life every single day.
If this goes on, I might be the one who take my own life first.
I don't want that. I can see the future, but I don't know how I can get to it in my current state.
