im feeling pretty useless.
im not really good at anything. i feel like i used to be but maybe i was just fooling myself. my mind is a dark mess, scattered with the remnants of stale ambitions and forgotten passions.
my sense of self has been left bruised and malformed from past delusions of grandeur. the scalding knowledge i carry inside of me, that i am not special, that i am inadequate, that the world would be no different if i were to depart…utterly destroys me.
i wish i was special, i wish i was loved, i wish i loved myself and i wish i was happy.