I wish I had a perfect life. I wish… I wish such a life were possible. People of every age carried their own burdens, whether great or small. At times, my troubles felt as if they were suffocating me. I felt trapped, overwhelmed, as though I would never escape… My heart ached, crying out, “Enough. I don’t want to suffer anymore.”
I lied to myself, convincing myself that there was only one way out.
I stood before the mirror and looked at myself. Is this really what I want? Sometimes I believed there was only one path, but that was never true. There was always another way.
-Requiem for a Dream-
Thank you Mom, for giving me time.
Note:
This translation was done by a friend of mine. It may contain some mistakes.