This is I live in one of the most oppressive environments in the world.I don’t feel like a person who matters and every day is just as bad as you all think. First I gotta navigate every traffic jams. Everyone is rude and mean. Not everyone but some people do and the environment is oppressive. You don’t know what it is so strict that it it literally controls people everywhere and it’s not.because it’s not singapore it cotnrols every sector of my life form rreeodm they am act as if i am a robot not ahuman they don’t reconize me with a guy of human everyone act likea robot and pls sekeep this a secret it so poppresive that our freeodm are quitetly tuch as in ■■■■ shut we are a sllave who ahas to work for their leaders theres no acoutnabulity no freeodm eveyrthing is suprreseed there no freeodmon what I can and cant do plus my voice what i say dosent matter everyoneinthis enviroment have a lotof strentgh but why none of them are a genious is that the system blocks them becuasehtey not talented yet they walwyas try to make you soudn like hwatever you do jsut odnt count you see abroad they say they talent aready but you guys arnet talent so we force you bro there are talent but it just that the system dosent want smart epoel they jsut want peoel who obey and never uquestioned the system of thisis overseas okeverythignfeels illigal maybe kids playing football is also illigal and eveyrhtingis russian roulette the condiditons make me wanna leave the ocutnry i cant trust anyone in this place becuaseits soo partizreized they already got brianwashed theres no one who could unsderstand my stTE OF SUFFERMENT even my closest one inow i feel everyitme i go abroad form that ocutnry to like more westernized ones they understand my feeling more then my closesst parents
hey @user8435, i can really feel how hopeless and frustrated you feel… it must be so suffocating to live somewhere that’s so strict and controlling, where you don’t get to be yourself or even feel like your voice matters. 
ngl i’ve often felt trapped myself – like i’m stuck in a rat race i never even wanted to join, but still feel anxious when i’m not “keeping up.” it’s such a tiring loop to be in, so i rlly get what you mean about feeling powerless in a system that seems to care more about what you can do than who you are. that kind of environment can rlly wear someone down :((
ik you didn’t ask for advice, but here are some things that help me when those feelings of hopelessness or exhaustion start to hit – maybe they might bring a bit of comfort to you too?:
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finding beauty in the little things: i try to look up at the moon at night, or admire the sky (whether it’s a sunset, bright blue, or even cloudy grey). i also love looking at trees, skyscrapers and HDBs – it reminds me that even in an overwhelming world, there’s still beauty :”)
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pockets of “me time”: little routines help me stay grounded, like cleaning / tidying my room, lighting a candle, playing calming music, or engaging in hobbies (eg. reading, crocheting, watching videos)
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staying connected: reaching out to ppl who make me feel seen, or even writing things out privately
if it ever gets too heavy, please consider talking to sb you trust or reaching out for support, okay? you don’t have to carry all of this on your own. sending you lots of care 
Hey @user8435,
Thanks for having the courage to share what you are thinking, and it really stayed with me. It sounded like you’ve been surviving in a place where even breathing feels like following orders. And you have to be careful with every word or action, as if something might be held against you, it makes sense that you’d start to feel like a machine, not a person who gets to choose.
Reading this, it felt like you barely made it out of those conditions to even write here. There’s no validation, no soft place to land, not from your family, not from your surroundings. It’s like you finally came up for air, hoping for a small breather, but even at home the comparisons and “just bear with it” messages keep pressing down. That kind of constant “suck it up” culture doesn’t build strength; it builds quiet pain.
For what it’s worth, your voice is being noticed here. Your words are being read. This is your space to claim one basic right that no one can strip from you: the right to an opinion. Nothing can fully take that from a person once it’s spoken.
I’m not here to change how you see your world. I can hear that you’re trying to find some way to live, not just survive, and be a little happier, even within all this control. I actually admire the courage it took to write it all down.
Can I ask, if you had even a small pocket of freedom, the kind that lets you make one change to make life feel a bit more yours, what would that look like? What would it mean for you to strive instead of just endure?
If we can just hold that question open for a while, just knowing that it exists might already be a quiet act of freedom.