I want to die
Laughter has become rare these days. I feel alone all the time, even when I'm with people. I immediately think I want to die.
I'm lonely living alone.
Job hunting is difficult, and even when I talk to my parents, they yell hysterically even though I don't have any knowledge about job hunting. They will interrupt me without listening to the end of my story. I will decide my future without permission.
Even if I talk to my friends, they say bland words like you can do your best and that you can do something about it.
When I was relied upon by my friends and juniors, I listened carefully to the story and consulted while choosing words.
I never made decisions, never imposed values, and tried to concretely convey the good points of that person.
That's because I was wondering if one day it would come back to me.
But it didn't come back. That's the limit.
Even at times like this, if you are relied upon, I think it's driving me to the point where I can push myself to death and help people. I'm tired.
