There are times when I really feel so down. I try desperately to push myself further. To not give up. To grab on to any reason I could find to just continue living.
I do not know whether my reasons are pathetic. I do know that to me, those reasons are very real.
Selfish? Maybe I am. I'm self-centered. Worrying only about how I feel. Knowing only the anguish that it is in me, the frustration, the pressure.
I try to find my worth. Try to convince myself than I am part of this world, this society, these people... But I am always an outcast. That is the fear that has been engraved in my heart.
Rejection. Discrimination. Being seen as unclean.
There are no kind words. No pure gestures.
I can only sigh... And blame myself. Blame the world. Hate the people dear to me.
