Sometimes, I feel detached from reality in a strange way, as if I'm inside a VR simulation. It's like if I suddenly wake up from a long, surreal dream and everything around me feels unfamiliar and none of it feels quite real.
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Sometimes, I feel detached from reality in a strange way, as if I'm inside a VR simulation. It's like if I suddenly wake up from a long, surreal dream and everything around me feels unfamiliar and none of it feels quite real.
Empty... Shallow... Soulless...
Missing something I can't figure out...
Being overwhelmed by everything around you is exhausting.
Anger and regret always destroy your happiest moments.
It’s the worst feeling when your happiness for your loved ones is tainted by envy, and all you can think is, "Why couldn’t I do that?"
I always tell myself that I don’t care what people think about me, yet I hate how constantly I seek validation from others.
I hate responsibility, and I hate when people want me to keep their secrets safe with me!
Why would you put this heavy burden on my shoulder?
You trust me to keep them a secret, but I can't trust how mentally stable could I be before breaking down in tears because of how heavy it's on me!
I feel like throwing up, and my chest is just too heavy to breathe...
I don't know what's wrong with me, but I do know I feel terrible...
Sometimes speaking so much is annoying to people.
I don't get it...
Aren't humans supposed to communicate?
How would that be possible if we avoided hearing others out?
They trust my judgement, and I'm not trustworthy...
Not in a bad way...
I just don't trust my own decisions to be... right.
Why can't I be enough?
Why am I this useless?
Whenever I see a proud father of his children, I just wonder...
Why isn't my father proud of me?
What did I do wrong?
Is it my fault?