Who I Am A? Essay

1423 WordsDec 2, 20146 Pages
There are 7 billion people of this planet who I have not met yet, and over 180 countries I have not visited. Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town, being pressured into making decisions about my future when I barely know who I am. People may think that I have nothing to be sad about, and I should feel happy. But if you look more closely at my life, at the little details, that’s where it all went wrong. I feel bad for feeling like this because I have people I love, I have nice parents and friends, but when I’m alone, I have nothing. And I feel like people judge me for feeling the way I do when others have it worse. But the amount of pain someone is in shouldn’t be measured by how many scars they have or how many meals they’ve skipped. Does it really have to get that bad in order for people to understand that someone is hurting? Even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. I say that I don’t want to talk about it. Actually, I do, but I’m afraid of people’s reactions. I’m afraid that they’ll never see me as an equal again. I’m afraid of the pity in their eyes when they realise how screwed up I am. I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle, which is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am feeling more and more alone. You see the thing is no one seems to care unless you’re pretty or dying. But I’m neither; I just struggle with everyday activities. I overanalyse

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