My whole life I have been striving so hard.
Hustling just to achieve what my heart desires: dreams and goals.
Those struggles and hardships I have suffered have had an effect on me, both mentally and emotionally.
I have faced and overcame everything bravely, no matter how much baggage I was carrying.
Now that I am gradually achieving the things I only wished for before.
Now that I am already halfway through it.
Now that I'm nearly at the top.
Why am I feeling this way?
Why do I feel so empty?
Why do I feel like the baggage I'm carrying now is significantly heavier than it was before?
Why?
I believed that everything would be alright once I had overcome all of those obstacles.
That as a result of my progress thus far, I will be happier.
They assured me that I would have a great life, a better situation, and a happy disposition.
Now what?
Why does it seem as though my life is now dark, and forlorn?
They lied to me; it's a trap.
