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Most often than not, I wish for me to be a better, good person. More than the outside mask for strangers that I wear. It even makes me scared sometimes that the masked goodness I have would be uprooted completely. Maybe it's already in process and I'm not aware. Some days I feel so hollow like I'm living in a shell of someone I was supposed to grow into. The future makes me scared because my mind behaves in such strange ways at moments. What if I can't even meet a morsel of what my family wanted from me, what the younger me wanted for me? I don't really know what to do. How long can I even go on like this with a blackhole inside my heart that's sucking all these things I should be feeling.