I Feel So Alone
Do you ever feel like you are the only person in the world, the only one who enjoys what you enjoy, feels what you feel, and thinks what you think? I know I do, everyday.
I feel as if I am alone, trapped in my own existence, suffering the effects of my preordained existence. I feel, sometimes, like nothing more than a victim to what I am, a prisoner to who I will become, and a guest to a place that is constantly changing, never staying the same.
I don't have much, but I tend to enjoy what I have, whatever it is. I try not to compare myself to others, or at least not the parts of me I can change. I can't change my gender, economic status, and so on, but I can change how I deal with things. Unfortunately, as a human, I am flawed in many ways. I am destined to make silly mistakes, to decompose my composure and to feel ashamed afterwards, and to try to not forget.
We are forgetful.
But back to the subject of loneliness.
I sometimes feel like I am a fish in a bowl, surrounded by restless others. I am sinker deeper, lower, and I am swimming slowly. Maybe this is the part where I find a friend, a buddy, a someone who can understand my internal emotions, or at least we could share and ponder over the common denominators.
I feel as if I am alone, trapped in my own existence, suffering the effects of my preordained existence. I feel, sometimes, like nothing more than a victim to what I am, a prisoner to who I will become, and a guest to a place that is constantly changing, never staying the same.
I don't have much, but I tend to enjoy what I have, whatever it is. I try not to compare myself to others, or at least not the parts of me I can change. I can't change my gender, economic status, and so on, but I can change how I deal with things. Unfortunately, as a human, I am flawed in many ways. I am destined to make silly mistakes, to decompose my composure and to feel ashamed afterwards, and to try to not forget.
We are forgetful.
But back to the subject of loneliness.
I sometimes feel like I am a fish in a bowl, surrounded by restless others. I am sinker deeper, lower, and I am swimming slowly. Maybe this is the part where I find a friend, a buddy, a someone who can understand my internal emotions, or at least we could share and ponder over the common denominators.
22-25, M
