My life never has been my own. It will never be my own. Not to go into details here, but that’s what’s been messing with me.
The fact that my responsibilities and been decided for me though no actions of my own. The fact that stigmas I live with had nothing to do with my actions.
Maybe it’s best if I’m forever single.
How can I give my life to somebody? When I don’t even own my own.
Maybe fate does exist. Maybe I’m less than because I could never be what people who I felt were able to find happiness with me deserve.
All things I can never run away from. All things I can never change.
I’m tired. I don't really see the point.
I can't do anything about it, so why worry. That's a common phrase. That doesn't affect that fact that it affects your life, and sometimes cripples it.
