I’m not “sad” in the normal sense. I’m just tired. I won’t hurt myself because I’m trapped in empathy and people and love will suffer. But I feel one of my fundamental rights is peer pressured away from me. I’m diagnosed healthy, maybe I’m too big a philosophy nerd but in the grand scheme of life it seems the only thing under my control is if I keep breathing. But with external pressure..it just isn’t. Why can’t society admit that sometimes it’s best just to call it a day