I feel trapped.
It's not a sad feeling, it's a scary one that looms over me and has to remind me that it's there, that it's alive.
I feel trapped in this society
I arrived here a year ago to re-try, to "live again" with my grandparents, but nothing's changed, I didn't get a job or make friends. Each second I spend free from society is a second I spend forgotten by it, each second spent forgotten is an investment towards losing any means of survival.
But I don't like it, I don't want to speak their language or learn their mentality, their religion and culture is foreign to me, it's honestly repulsing me on a deep level.
I feel trapped in this room
I barely leave it, except when I am called by my family to eat. Or decide to walk out, scared of staying like this forever.
But if I do get out of the house, where would I go? It's all concrete as far as the eye can see, and there's the people, oh the people, they will think evil of me, they might do evil to me, what's stopping them?
I feel trapped in this body
I barely move, either sit or take a few steps from place to place, like some kind of automation.
I tried joining a gym on the measly money I had, I stopped going, too afraid of making a commitment.
I feel trapped in this mind
I can't control it, I can't force it to stick to any routine, to do anything in time. At best I'll do a few days of half assed attempts, to go back to doing nothing.
It's scared of people. Sometimes it starts feeling shit out of nowhere. Sometimes it repeats to me that this isn't real, looks at everything from a third person, how can it be after all? I never interact with the surroundings in a meaningful way, it would only make sense for me to feel as if watching a movie.
I feel trapped in this reality
All of this is caused by nature, which is part of this reality, can't escape how you were set out to be, the rules that are set out in stone.
Sure, there's astral projection, but to achieve it, I have to master myself, to master myself I have to read hundreds of pages on the subject and then do the related exercises for months if not more. And to do this, I need to alredy have at least a minimum of self control and freedom.
I'm not whining, I don't feel sad because of this, I feel crushed yes, but not saddened.