Trying

Have you ever got the feeling that you're dying inside, that every breathe you take slowly becomes less worth it, less worth everything. People might say thats called seeing the world as a half empty cup but what if that cup was never full? Some people are blessed to be able to grow up with happy families, flexible financial situations, and loving friends, unfortunately I wasn't born into that chosen group. Lately I've begun to wonder if life ever does change because that is what has gotten me through all those difficult times; knowing one day everything will work out. What if there is nothing to work out? What if we are born into a life we must carry on until the end? If so, is it ever worth living? Why try when we just get yelled at for doing our best, for putting up with shitty situations our entire lives?