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Everything feels more and more inauthentic the older I get. Even the word inauthentic feels inauthentic or whatever. But I feel like this feeling creeps it’s way into both my conscious and subconscious at every waking moment. I can’t have a conversation with someone with out feeling this strange awfulness inside of me. I don’t know what it is, yet, I know exactly what it is. I know it exists but I am unable to not feel it, or let it go.
Anxiety is one thing, but this almost feels like a whole new game. Relating to people has become difficult. Relating to myself has become even harder. Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m anyone or anywhere. I kind of just melt into whatever life on earth is.
Existential thoughts can really get to you; it used to excite me ( still does sometimes), then it scared me, but now, now it just Fucks with me. It’s so intertwined with my very fabric that I can’t shake it. All I can do is cope, just like everyone else.
I just want to be a good person, or…. well,I want to be good at being a person. That’s it. Cause being human is hard and I don’t know how everyone does it, but props to all of you out there being people. Your doing it.
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