Memoirs of August

I will observe all people and question their doings and beings. I see them waste away so much time, time of their lives. And to them it probably doesn't even matter. They don't know what they're missing. And maybe they're not missing much... Because lately my life is .... Nothing. It's just about breathing. Focusing on my next breath. And here I want to tell them what living is about. It's almost pathetic.
But no!
No, it's not pathetic because I know now that every second and every breath counts. And they don't.
I see people waste away good things
I am so frustrated. What would life bring me? What if I make the wrong choices or think that I aeak and things go wrong. There is so many 'what ifs'!
My thoughts used to be so mean. I used to accuse people of not having a social life, and yet now, mine has been taken away.