Was life always meant to be stressful? It feels like every day chips away at you, continuously breaking you down until you fall. This may sound silly coming from someone who doesn't even have to worry about adult responsibilities yet, but just thinking about all the things I'll inevitably need to do fills me with dread. It would just be so much easier if I were dead. At least I won't have to deal with all of the stressors, all of the pain, all of the anxiety. And no one even helps each other. They steal from each other. They hurt each other. They kill each other. Why should one bother with living if everyone is going to ruin it? Why should I bother living? Is any of this worth it? Like actually?
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