A disconnect from the world. A path down a lonely road.
I.. I just can’t connect with anyone. I have nothing to say. I’m just.. destined for a lonely path. No one I get. No one who gets me. No one I can talk all day with. Because I can’t.. I don’t have anything to say. Moments of silence that stretch on .. and on.. and on eternally. Why. How can you have something to say all the time? I don’t get people. I don’t get myself. I live in a very confused lonely world. I’m so quiet. Not timid. Not shy. Just not talkative. Just simple. And maybe stupid. My brain feels empty. I feel like an empty person struggling to string words together with every sentence that comes out of my mouth..
Why can’t I do it? Why .. why. I feel incredibly useless and idiotic. I want to fit. I want to be one of them. But I just can’t fit in. I feel like I’m intruding everytime I talk. Like they have to patiently wait to hear what I have to say. Like they’re doing me a favour. I feel.. horrible.