Everyday; the same loneliness I feel in my heart grows deeper and deeper. Maybe I am the problem, Maybe I do play the victim in arguments even though I play entirely fair. Maybe I am too toxic for anybody. I try to fix the problem but I realize it’s too late and too much damage that I have caused..I mean with my brother, my past friends, and the recent one that I told everything to. It’s not my mom, it’s not the rest of my family. It’s me. I’m the problem. I can’t apologize cause it’s already too late so I just write to cope with it, i just imagine that I live in the world where I am not the problem, that I live a normal happy childhood where I don’t feel pain, worry, anger, or sadness…