Irrelevante

I'm realizing that i don't like a bunch of things.
And I dislike more than I like things, and that is not good.
In my mind, that means that i'm unsatisfied person. Believe me, i'm not like that.

I think it's just the place i'm living in, and the people i'm hanging with. It doesn't make me feel good, and at the end of the day i don't relat my unhappiness with this.
It's disappointing.

But, with all the things i see, my problem is just one simple and irrelevant problem. It kills me. Not because i want all the attention of the world, is just because i feel so useless and miserable.

That's it. That's all.