I see people my age having fun, doing things for the future and I'm still here, only caring about my appearance, I've become less hygienic than I was, the friends I had have disappeared, and my real friends are already tired of my depression, I try to show the world that my life is good but I'm dead inside, immensely empty, I don't know how to make money, I repeat the year, I'm not taken seriously, the worst is that I know what should be done, but I don't take the first step, I don't have the courage, motivation is shit, I want to have discipline, this damn black pill ruined my adolescence, I'm getting moldy.