secluded

Let me tell you one thing I've learned from 18 years of existence. Life is not hard. Yes, you read it right. Life isn't hard at all. What's hard is... living. Staying alive. At least for me, don't take my word for it. Why, must you ask? I don't know. It just is.

I was walking for quite some time now so I decided to stop by the park and sit on the farthest bench there is. As soon as I sat down, I slowly took out my phone and search for it.

What is Dissociative Identity Disorder?

I clicked the first one I see.

Dissociative identity disorder (DID), previously known as multiple personality disorder (MPD), is a mental disordercharacterized by the maintenance of at least two distinct and relatively enduringpersonality states. This is accompanied by memory gaps beyond what would be explained by ordinary forgetfulness.

I was absorbed. I was reading until it was dark but then suddenly, something wet dropped on my phone. Then another drop. Is it raining? I looked up but then the wet substance just flowed out the corner of my eyes. Oh. I was crying. I smiled.

Yep, life is easy. But life can be unfair. That's when living becomes hard. Seeing the people around you, living their normal but beautiful lives? Envy. Because I am not normal, not living. Just breathing. Secluded. From everything else.

*this can be overly dramatic and depressing*
*this story is constantly being edited*