I feel horrible. Clouds everywhere. It would be so good, if I could lay in my bed peacefully, and never get up again. I'm just laying in my warm bed. I don't wanna think about all these things there are in my head. It's filled with nothing at the same time. I have no plans and I have nothing I can be happy for. I mean my life stinks. Or...it doesn't. It's colourless. I have a lovely family, but I have nothing else, I haven't reached any goals or figured out what my purpose is. I haven't really done anything important in my life. Around me, everyone knows what they want and what they wanna do. They have plans to reach their dreams. And what about me? Did I make the right choice? How could I save my life from this mid-life crisis?