I was mulling over my life as I laid on my bed, and a sign escaped my lips. I had sunken into another boat of depression.
Looking back at my life, I felt no one could ever be as unlucky as I was, it was as if I had bad luck following me around. Things were just downhill for me, the stress was visible on my face and I looked older than my age.
I couldn't help but notice the looks of disappointment on my dad's face anytime he gazed at me, I knew it - I was a failure as a son, he was just nice by keeping silent about it.
I was at a loss on what to do, nothing seems work for me, I kept a happy face but I was dead inside, dead and buried for the whole world to see.
My heart clenched with despair as I thought about how I was to survive. My family has probably given up on me, the useless firstborn who never seemed to get anything right in his life. Sigh.. What a shame.