Being in your imaginary world definitely helps temporarily but now I think I can’t really differentiate between reality and imagination. I’m now convinced, my life has no meaning. People say every life in the earth has a meaning and will contribute to the earth. But I don’t think I really have that.

I’m tired of lying myself that it will get better one day. I’m tired of talking to myself. I’m afraid to take my own life, I would have done that long ago. I just want to sleep and not wake up anymore. There’s no meaning of this, at least it will be over. I’m even tired of writing this post. I just can’t anymore, I can’t live.