End of the days - 1/?

Just a random thought in mid night

I thought I was the one, but I am not. I thought I could change everything if I wanted, but I can't. I am too weak. I can't even stand up straight. I can't think straight. My mind is filled with pain and anguish. I am a miserable person; my existence is a bane, which is why I shouldn't exist. Not long ago, I started reading Dostoevsky�"you know him, right? Famous Russian author. I think I am just like him: a simple man, but not understandable. Weak, yet strong. Miserable, yet so lucky to live in this pathetic life. Even though we know we are cowards, afraid of death, the facade we put on is truly remarkable.

Author's Note

It is my first time writing how is it????