I wish I was someone else, somewhere else. I wonder if my life would be easier. I’m sure I’d have struggles here and there as someone else but I wonder if my life would be better and more exciting and people would like me more. I guess I just feel ignored. I feel like I push people away too much and keep to myself. I remember being an outgoing little kid and I know that somewhere between then and now, I changed. I’m too scared to be myself and I hate it. It makes me feel fake or boring and trapped… I’m trying to get better about it but I just feel like the person I want to be is impossible to become even if it’s not and all I have to do is break out of my shell… but I can’t help but wonder if I were thinner, if I came from a wealthy family, or if I had both parents my whole life… if I would have been better off. I feel like it’s engraved in my brain that I’m not good enough and those engravings are played like a broken record. I’m so tired of it. This cynicism. And no one else can help me through it or tell those voices to shut up permanently.
Day 2. Write whatever it is in your head right now.
