I’ve tried to say more, I’ve WANTED to, but I don’t know what a plastic person can offer that isn’t plastic.
I have a job, a home, health, food, shelter, the necessities. My coworkers like me, my family cares about me, my friends mean the world to me. Somehow it makes me feel even worse about myself, more of an ingrate, more worthless, more hopeless.
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Don’t beat yourself up too much. If something is missing in your life that’s causing you pain in anyway then that could be enough reason to cause you pain in some way. A human had complex needs that might not be satisfied even if life looks good on paper