When I read someone else's story, I feel that I'm not doing enough. I wonder if anyone really liked my books. If they're reading it because it is good. I always wonder. I see people adding stories to their reading lists, and deep down, I want to see my books added to their reading list.
It's just my deep thoughts pushing me to the negative edge. I promise I'm not always like this. I'm always thankful to you guys. It's just... I'm too alone and I don't have anyone to talk. And when I come here, it feels like there's no one here to speak with me. I tried to engage with the others, but mostly get ignored.
Maybe I'm not likeable. Maybe I'm just someone who is a side character in every ones life.
Yeah, it could be.
I'm not lovable. That's why no one loved me or even like me.
It's just me and my soul.
And I shouldn't be expecting more from this life.
Maybe it's better to disappear.
Maybe it's better to leave.
I'm sure no one will care.