I think there’s too much pressure of becoming successful, leaving something for humanity, being someone worth remembering.

I used to strive for perfection, perfect body, being pretty, the best grades, the best partner, just to fill the never ending emptiness. But now I’m way too exhausted of maintaining that persona, besides that I’ve got nothing but mental illnesses. That’s my only identity.

I’m not worth remembering, I don’t have friends, I’m not even good at my field so I got nothing going on. I’ve found myself more comfortable in mediocrity, less disappointing and a bit less stressful...