Im not achieving anything, no matter how hard i try
On my 6th month of doing barely anything and it’s already December
I’m regretting that i didn’t use the time to achieve something meaningful
I have money, yet i’m miserable and unhappy
I feel ashamed of being that guy who is always depressed, angry and sad
All i dream of to make a contribution and make an impact
Yet i struggle to find anyone who needs my help
I’m thinking my (dead) grandparents would be embarrassed of me being such a loser
I’m trying all my best to be a good person, yet i’m still not good enough for myself
I used to think it’s not that bad: i’m not hungry, have a warm place to stay and guaranteed inheritance
Yet, i feel like i’m a useless parasite, nothing i do brings joy to me