Marriage, marriage, marriage.

It is always the same frustrating topic that makes me feel depressed and want to sleep. Unfortunately, I am no longer young and that idea itself is scary.  What I want to do? What I don't want to do?  What am I? What I want to be? What I should do? What I shouldn't do? What to say? What not say? All these freaking questions are hunting me. I run to my book(s) and I feel relieved.  Marriage would not make me happy now because it requires sacrifices of my time, my effort, andmy whole "me."

I see a cook, a drawer and an artist.  I see a designer, a teacher, and a builder.   I ask myself, "What am I good at except studying and complaining about studies?" 

What am I good at?

NOTE:

This is a little hard to correct, not because it is not well written, but because it is sort of written like a poem/prose (piece) and the usual rules don't apply with those types of works.  Nevertheless, I corrected it according to the standard English I know.  Good work.

Marriage, marriage, marriage.

Always the same frustrating topic, that makes me feel depressed and want to sleep. I am unfortunately no longer young. Though the idea itself is scary, what I want to do, what I don't want to do, what I am, and what I want to be, what I should do, and what I shouldn't do, what to say, and what not to say. All these freaking questions that are hunting me (You probably mean "haunting me"). I run to my books, and I feel relieved, marriage would not make me happy now, it requires sacrifices, from my time, my effort, my whole "me".

I see a cook, I see a painter (drawer = درج) and an artist, I see a designer, a teacher, a builder, and I ask mysel, what am I good at, other than studying and complaining about studies?

What am I good at?

Marriage, marriage, marriage.

Always the same frustrating topic, that makes me feel depressed and want to sleep. I am unfortunately no longer young. Though the idea itself is scary, what I want to do, what I don't want to do, what I am, and what I want to be, what I should do, and what I shouldn't do, what to say, and what's not to say. All these freaking questions that are haunting me. I run to my books, and I feel relieved. Marriage would not make me happy now; it requires sacrifices, from my time, my effort, my whole "me".

I see a cook, I see a drawer painter and an artist, I see a designer, a teacher, a builder, and I ask myself, what am I good at, except studying and complaining about studies?

What am I good at?

The answer to your question is that you are a very good writer. Keep it up!