Feel blessed, first-worlders.

You know that classic scene from The Killing Fields, where the little Vietnamese kid is screaming amidst the horror and the bullets? That's how I feel right now. I'm white noise sprinkled with sadness and depression. I don't wanna be on anybody's side, I don't wanna fight anymore, I just want to live my life in fucking peace, without feeling this despair on the pit of my stomach every day.

I'm tired. Tired of pretending I don't care, tired of ignoring what's going on, tired of being invisible, tired of feeling like throttling people and tired of wanting to throw myself out of the window.

Fuck the world, I'm coming out of this damn train.