I feel eyes on me now as if the world is waiting and is not in my favor, letting me slide through, letting me be of the living when I’d rather not be. Guilt is unbearable. A beautiful family who I adore. So I should be happy eh? Eh. I shouldn’t have to try to program my brain to believe I am happy or that I am worthy. I have my dark secrets. I day dream. I feel the eyes on me in my dreams as if the world is waiting for me to fail. If I were happy I’d see the world wanting me to win or at least I would say I can win. I don’t. Maybe I should. Feels like I’m running out of time to live my life.
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