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when stars align
- Nov 14, 2024
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no matter how many times i rationalize this feeling and redirect myself to other possible reasons why people didn't choose me, i end up still thinking about how im simply never enough.
it's not that i don't do enough. it's that me, as a whole, as a person, is lacking. i don't fit into a box of being a cute girl, a hot girl, a girl from some subculture, manic pixie dream girl even, i am just… myself. a regular person. it feels like the actual substance inside of me is grey and boring, unattractive, repulsive. it doesn't matter how much i do for someone. it doesn't matter what i say. it feels like i can never make up for this feeling of being a dull person.
i look around and see vibrant personalities that shine through people wherever they go. they are so uniquely, unapologetically, authentically themselves that it's so incredibly captivating and attractive - while i feel like a shell of a person; just some wasted potential. fuck it, not even that, it feels like i never had any potential in the first place.
i try to give myself an artificial personality. i fail, because this isn't something you can fake. i try different things and nothing sticks. i stop trying, because im too depressed and all my energy is spent on surviving. i become boring, i get scared of meeting new people because i feel like they're constantly evaluating and investigating me, judging me and thinking to themselves about how i have so little inside. i end up alone, nobody to care if i live or die. i watch as people i used to love find someone newer; better; with an identity stronger than i could ever dream of having.
i don't even feel quite human anymore. it's heartbreaking.
it's not that i don't do enough. it's that me, as a whole, as a person, is lacking. i don't fit into a box of being a cute girl, a hot girl, a girl from some subculture, manic pixie dream girl even, i am just… myself. a regular person. it feels like the actual substance inside of me is grey and boring, unattractive, repulsive. it doesn't matter how much i do for someone. it doesn't matter what i say. it feels like i can never make up for this feeling of being a dull person.
i look around and see vibrant personalities that shine through people wherever they go. they are so uniquely, unapologetically, authentically themselves that it's so incredibly captivating and attractive - while i feel like a shell of a person; just some wasted potential. fuck it, not even that, it feels like i never had any potential in the first place.
i try to give myself an artificial personality. i fail, because this isn't something you can fake. i try different things and nothing sticks. i stop trying, because im too depressed and all my energy is spent on surviving. i become boring, i get scared of meeting new people because i feel like they're constantly evaluating and investigating me, judging me and thinking to themselves about how i have so little inside. i end up alone, nobody to care if i live or die. i watch as people i used to love find someone newer; better; with an identity stronger than i could ever dream of having.
i don't even feel quite human anymore. it's heartbreaking.