Cut.

Frustrated.

Life is an endless shithole, and yet people still think I live in luxury. My initial plan has failed. My fallback plan has failed. My life isn't getting any better.

Don't compare me to others who have risen to glory; for I will never be as strong as them as they are now, and evidently I will never be as strong as they are when they began. I can't do this alone.

I have nobody to blame.

I cannot blame.

I cannot blame because my agonizing life isn't over yet. People blame when things are over. People blame when the the victim is identified and dead.

My case has merely begun. Fuck.

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Please stop turning your back against me. Please. All of you are a force to be reckoned with once united. Yet all of you still insist on division and separation. Like I said, I can't do this alone.

I'm tired. So very tired. I put on a smile, and persevere through the shit that's tossed at me. But every man has a limit.

I do not have your strength. I do not have your passion. I do not have your voice. I'm merely a seedling, trying to find the sun. The more I stretch for it, the more I lose touch with the Earth. And when I fall, that's when everyone will continue climbing. Using my remains as a pedestal to greater heights.

I cannot accept such a harsh reality.