Dystopia

I hate being involved in problems I have nothing to do with. 

I think I'm going to drop out of school next year. Oh well... Things happen.

Sometimes I feel like our world is some kind of fictional dystopia. It's fun when you read those books about other people in a crazy made-up society, but, in real life, it's just scary. I don't know what to do, but I can't do anything because I'm not given the choice to do so. Should events I have nothing to do with dictate my life? Why am I still so young? I wish I could be independent already and control life myself. Would it be easier for me to live in a less developed country so that I could get a job early on? No that doesn't make sense... There's so much I want to achieve, but I can't. Why are people so selfish? 

I find some events in my life very ironic.

Thanks, dear diary!