I think I lost the purpose of life… I’m under too much stress, anxiety and depression… Nothing is new… no time for myself… when am I going to get out of this prison? When will I escape this loop around the birdcage? When will I stop flying in circles? When will something new happen? When will my life stop closing the doors and lock them? When will I be able to open those doors ahead of me and be FREE? Update: after parade day (2/24/24) : everything is back to normal, two weights on my shoulders :)
Me for coding and Art Song: What was I made for? - Billie Eilish “Life is like doors. If one if closed, just open it. That’s how doors work. If it’s locked, find a way around it.” -Via’s birds who knew how to open doors. OC: Cloudy (Storiom) //female\\
