Does it matter if we live or die?

Does our presence mean something or anything to anyone?

Is my mere existence capable of saving someone else’s life?

Can someone love me so much that I mean them their world? That they can do anything for me?

 Am I even a little bit of importance to anyone on this whole fucking world? Can I do what I wanted to do? What will people think if I do them? Will they stop talking to me? Oh, very few actually talk with me. But what if even they stop talking to me? Will I be left alone? All alone…like before!

 Am I capable of being loved? God made everyone capable of being loved, you just need to wait for the right time and the right person, that’s what they say!

Being a teenager sucks! Isn’t it? Take it from one, it does!

Okay so my target audience for this article is actually those depressed, already given-up on life, who think like me that being a teenager sucks! Did I just described what you feel from the deep inside of your vast overthinking brain? Or did I just tell you guys what I feel from the same shit side of my brain? Well, let’s just say its both.

We all have a bunch a questions running a race daily in our mind. And some questions some thoughts are just like those fancy people, they’re always liked by everyone and these thoughts always overpower the others!

 You read the questions above, I guess you must have if you’re reading this now then, on a scale of 1 to 5 how much would you rate them if you could relate it to yourselves. I bet most of you would range you rate from 4-5!

Yup confident enough! You know these are the questions that just pop in my mind when I start thinking about something. And the worst part of this thinking is at first whatever it may be that I was thinking about, I end up thinking about him! Caught me! Lol! Yes, I do think about him, always, whatever it is I start to think about in the end it’s him that I am left with thinking about. I don’t want to but I cant resist it.

 I wish he could understand that.

You know,

Sometimes it makes me nostalgic, thinking about how you’d lie looking in the eyes so smoothly without hesitating a bit. How do you manage to do that? Lying with everyone, what made you such a big liar? I wonder who must be that one person or may be a bunch of people who lied to you so much  that you lost the faith of trusting people and started lying yourself! People aren’t born liars… have you ever seen a baby or a small kid lying? No, you would never! Unless that child who once trusted all and was betrayed has experienced something awful in life.

I think,

The “bad guys” aren’t actually bad!

They’re the most wounded people who haven’t been directed well at times of their downfall. Who now trust no one and treat others the same as they’ve been treated. Transferring the anger, the sadness, the guilt, the regret from one self to others and this goes on and on and on. Who think they managed themselves well on their own but the part which was broken isn’t healed yet, its just left with a scar which makes them more eviler to take revenge.