My life feels fake and not real. I feel like a fraud. I feel like I don’t belong here. I feel alone. I guess maybe most people do. I don’t know. Am I selfish for believing most don’t? Others may hide it better. Then again, I feel like I hide my emptiness and aloneness pretty well. Behind my mask lies things I never want anyone to truly see because it’s too dark, and nobody wants that.
Good things happens to me, don’t get me wrong. But when they do, especially from other people, I feel like I don’t deserve them. How did I deserve their kindness? What did I do to earn their love? I don’t feel worthy. It’s not their problem, it’s mine. All these stupid feelings I feel aren’t anyones responsibility but mine.
I don’t know why I’m writing this. I don’t really have much to say.
Happy new year, readers. Wishing you all peace and good health.