"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."

The third person I don't really like.



My loneliness always creeps up on me. I have always felt isolated by the world. Sometimes, I fault it because I can't empathize enough, or maybe I lack social skills. Lately, another thought has crossed my mind: Maybe I'm just too different from other people. Getting along is not supposed to be this internal battle with my mind where anxieties and overthinking collide. Maybe I exist to be alone, not because I like being alone, but because there's a naturality to it. By nature, I'm just not like them. To enjoy them is to be like them and to deny me. I don't want that. 

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