It's not that easy

And so it goes on. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. And nothing changes. Everything remains the same. This sadness, misery, hopelessness just goes on with each passing minute.

I'm barely hanging on, and everyday I ask myself what the hell am I even hanging on for? You see, I never asked for any of this. I never asked for this life. People say I should be grateful for what I have. There are people in this world born into a broken home, or born without limbs, or born without eyesight, etc. And yet they make the best out of the situation.

The problem with being normal is, you will inevitably have expectations, ambitions, hopes and dreams for yourself. It's  normal. And when you fail to achieve any of those expectations, ambitions, hopes and dreams, you ask yourself how are you any better than someone less fortunate than you are? You're even worse than them because with all their shortcomings, they still managed to make the best out of the situation. They still managed to be happy.

So what am I supposed to be grateful for? I never asked for any of this. I never asked to be born in the first place.