29/06/25 - 1 A.M.

what's the point of being privileged if at the end of the day i'm worth nothing? i'm equal to dust on the floor. mediocre in all aspects, slowly drowning in my shortcomings. it doesn't matter how hard i try, someone else will always outshine me and blind me with their light. i used to focus on what i had to do, i had no time to breathe. it's good, i got tired of holding my breath, i was a balloon holding on and now i'm mushing - air spilling out of me. i got tired of running in this race and now i can feel everyone stepping over me. heading to where i won't be able to go to no more; because i ran out, slowed down. i don't know what to do, maybe go to sleep and continue to have nightmares - or run, ignoring the fact i'll never reach the end in time.