Imagine you're a depressed late teen, with identity issues, who suffers from chronic loneliness, has untreated ADHD, possibly autistic, who has no meaningful talents other than playing music. At this point it feels like I'm describing the average zoomer, but on top of these, imagine you're that person, and you live in a country with a poverty rate of over 50%, in its poorest city, always on the verge of absolute poverty, without access to proper mental healthcare, with an unsupportive family, and everything going downhill more and more.

I really hate going into that shit but at this point I really see no way out. My future seems to be anything but what I wanted; I'll be stuck in this city, never able to achieve my dreams, probably won't get a decent job, won't find love (each time I tried I just ended up abused and hurt), and I'll either die old and unhappy, shot in the head in a robbery, or I'll take my life.

I don't see the way out, it doesn't exist, and even if I could fix a few things, like getting out of this home, this city, improving my mental health, etc., none of that would really matter too much, I'd still have to just survive, I wouldn't get to enjoy life, all my dreams will be laid to waste. I guess I was just unlucky enough to be born here, under these conditions, being myself.

Probably nobody's gonna read this shit, but whatever, I needed to let this out.