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These are my thoughts, my meaning of life. Perhaps a little, or perhaps too selfish.
I'm still a schoolboy, only in 8th grade, and I'm terribly unhappy with my life. It's not that I dislike everything; I certainly have interests, friends, and favorite activities. But on the other side of the scale, there's a much heavier burden. First of all, it's, of course, school. Many, especially adults, will simply laugh at these words. And indeed, it sounds funny. They overload me with lessons, most of which are completely unnecessary for me (except for a few specific subjects). I spend a lot of time on them. I have a weak will, I'm a terrible slacker, and I really want to spend all day doing my own things, but because of the lessons, because of a bunch of extracurricular activities (one or two per day), because of the distance learning for math that my parents are forcing me to do, I don't have any time at all.
I don't have any friends left who can support me in difficult times, but I do have one who torments me every single day... brrr, the only thing I have left is the internet... and I don't know what to do... I'm falling into some kind of abyss, I want to get out and run away, but there's nowhere to run... oh, and I don't even know if there's any point to life:confused:
