Please, don't make it any harder
I’ve been feeling this way for a while now. I’m tired, boss, tired of the world, of the country we live in, of the people around me, of this insecurity that invades me every day thinking about what will become of me tomorrow. Will I stay the same? Will I go out into the street and get run over? Is life teaching me a lesson so it can make it up to me later by letting me win the lottery? I don’t understand anything anymore. I think I’m doing things right and suddenly, bam! twenty misfortunes fall on me (like, they paint me a mural and a month later someone tags it from end to end). I’ve spent this whole year in constant sorrow and anger. I’ve had my good moments, don’t think I’m depressed or that I’ve gone back to being emo. But why can’t everything stay fine for a couple of months? Is that too much to ask?
The other day some friends and I were talking about how, apparently, when you turn 30 you tend to lose friendships, and damn, yes. I mean, I’m months away from turning 30 and this year I’ve already lost 4 friendships that were quite important to me. The worst part is I tried to get one of them back by calling to “make up”, and the jerk ended up cussing me out hard over the phone. It was like…. hey, that’s not what I came for, I came in peace… (again, like, they paint me a mural and tag it from end to end). And I’ve had so many cases like this, where I come with all the good vibes and it ends up completely the other way around. I’ve received so much hate toward me this year that it has made me seriously ask myself what is going on with me. Seriously, please stop, please don’t make it any harder. Just like you, I’m trying to survive, without, I believe, running over anyone (or at least I don’t do it on purpose, if that’s what you think), in this world called Chile.
NOVEMBER 9, 2023
Forgive the honesty of my words, but… could this be a cry for help? Or just another work of fiction told to fill the space Pralad created…