When something doesn’t go well, you just remember that will go worst and worst. Even if you make the biggest efforts to feel good with yourself, to make your wishes come true, there will be always someone or something, that will drain happiness, energy, ambition and desire to live from the deep of your soul. whatever you’ll do to make things go in the right way, even the closest ones to you will do everything in their power to ditch you, or they won’t understand why you are so sad, so much fullfilled by pain and depression. In this situation, you, a poor, young human beeing, do the most human thing that you can do: You try to carry on, but pointless, you just fall vociferously, and you become even more depressed, when you see how much you are powerless in front of the events. Is it right to call that life? An existance where we give in to the others and you can carry on only if you stand solo and alone?
life should be reaching your objectives, solving the problems who stops you from reaching them, without be dragged into the pit of the biggest depression and sorrow, without feeling empty inside. Life is not sadness and sacrifice to don’t die. life is not carry on ourself pains and desperations. this ain’t life. this is the biggest dead.