All my friends are dying. Literally and not so literally.
I lost touch with my high school best friend over a boy. In January of this year, she killed herself. I always thought we would be able to reconnect. I have four other friends who have committed suicide this year.
My friends are killing their mental health over getting jobs, internships, relationships and making something of themselves.
All my friends are dying. They're dying to be a slave to corporate America. To not feel anymore. To be and to do and to never truly learn about themselves.
How do you measure success? Is it worth it?
What does success mean to you? Is it worth dying over?
Why do you want to be successful? Is that really what you want?
All my friends are fucking dying. Am I next?