I don't know the value of my life.
Recently, I've started to want to die a lot.
Until before, everyday school life was fun, and I never wanted to die even if things didn't go well.
Recently, however, I have doubts about living well.
I think I'm blessed with my family, and there are many people I can call my friends. However, I feel that my way of life is very meaningless.
I'm not good at making an effort. It makes me think I don't want to make an effort and fail. I also hate making my own choices and taking responsibility.
I know it's a really sweet idea, but I always run away from tough choices in an attempt to live an easy life right away.
Other people are making an effort and living responsibly, yet they just run away, and they are disgusted with themselves.
I can't help but feel like there's no point in my life, even if I live my half-hearted self.
Because if you're alive, there will definitely come a time when you think “I'm glad I'm alive.” I can't believe that word.
Being able to feel good about being alive is just an emotion that people who have made an effort can feel, and I don't think I can think that way if I avoid making an effort.
From the perspective of people around me, it may be just a matter of making an effort, but I'm really afraid of making an effort and failing.
Is there anything that makes me think I'm glad that my sweet-minded self continues to live and live in the future? It's tough being alive.
