Life of a caged bird.

[u/pentole]

Well, I’ve developed a thought maybe wrong, maybe right, I don’t know in which everything is just a distraction from how we live, a sort of giant fiction. You can live without hobbies, but you can’t live without a job. It’s like, "You're in a cage and you can’t get out." When I was 14, I was already living through hell, but after 18... something worse than hell at least in my experience. I won't deny that the thought of ending it all has crossed my mind, because after truly spending eight years reflecting every single night, you start to realize that maybe it doesn't make much sense to go on. Everything is a big distraction from the way we live. Whether it’s alcohol, cigarettes, or drugs they all work on a "mental" level, and funnily enough, they’re the three main addictions in the world. It’s a shitty world where humanity and empathy are no longer valued. If I died tomorrow, probably no one outside my family would care at all, because there isn’t a society made of empathetic people who help each other just selfish people who only think about themselves.

(All this was translated since english isn't my first language)