I feel like, after all this time, I've just been going on with my life.
I've been bearing all the pain slowly, for as long as I could.
And I know that it won't stop now.
What even is the point of life if you're going to die anyways?
Some days,
I imagine myself having a completely different life,
Most times it's me having achieved something great.
So great that everyone recognizes me.
But then I realise it's pointless.
It won't happen.
What I mean to say is that,
I feel hidden,
Behind others.
For once, i just wish that I'd stop being shy,
I wish that I'd have the confidence and bravery to talk about my opinions for once.
No more being a shy, quiet person.
