There are days when I feel like if I can push myself a little harder everything will get better, If I can just see things differently, maybe if I didn’t analyse everything to pieces or if I were better, smarter, kinder..? , maybe if I can just think and do things the way they do… It will all be better..
And there are days when I just wanna give up… Maybe I’m built to be dissatisfied. From all the possible combination of genes, mine were not assembled to last, or to be passed down.
My sequences of A, G, C, T, is a self destructive code.
It is more true to nature to accept who I am. I’m tired of being uncomfortable. Always feeling like an alien, an outsider peering at life through a foggy window.
It just doesn’t feel right to keep going on like this. Life has never been kind to me, I see no value in it, I’ve had enough.
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Yeah, I know what you mean. Sort of feel like an outsider. Like everyone else fits into a groove of sorts that you can ever find your way into. I very often feel like I’m not supposed to be here. Like I’m in the wrong place. A stranger in a strange land.
Me too I got the butthurt bad!