flightless bird

I’m scared to express how I feel.

Some people have everything in life I could only dream of. I wish they would go away.

Being mentally healthy is such a privilege. Traveling to a different country every year is a privilege. 

People post this crap online and then talk about how “everyone has struggles”. No they don’t, you don’t struggle. You’ll never know what it means. The happiest people I’ve seen, have no idea what it means. It’s easy to breeze around and do whatever you want when you’ve never been stopped. It’s easy to always speak your mind when you’ve never been silenced. It’s easy to pretend you know something, when you know nothing. When you have no awareness you are completely unaware to how stupid and ignorant you sound. I wish for the world to be flipped. I want the ones who have everything handed to them on a golden platter to have nothing, not even safety. I want to cool kids to no longer be cool. I want the world completely opposite to how I was raised.

People are so anti social nowadays, immoral, and individualistic, and selfish. It’s ironic because social media was supposed to bring people together. I think the thing about social media is it shows us peoples true colors. Without it we were more ignorant and unaware, but also we live in a lower trust society because of political things and different cultures and religions clashing together.

People will talk about how they have a great their job is how great their life is, but somehow they are still depressed. Sorry but no when you have a great huge supportive family, friends, great life, college, job, everything going for you, why are you pretending you are similar to me?

People love to lie and humble brag, something that people shouldn’t be allowed to do around me. People who have a normal life that I can only dream of. If you have a good college life, get invited to parties, have a supportive family that are all alive and healthy, but you are somehow depressed, just go get help.

Help is always available to you because everything was made for you. 

I wish that could’ve been me. I wish I had a second chance. I wish I wasn’t a flightless bird, never given the chance to fly. This little angel never got her wings.

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