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Why am I never enough? I dont know what I'm feeling. I only exist here, for some reason.

I think I'm  exhausted,  tired,  bored? 

In the past, there was a moment when I was a person with a brilliant future,  ambitions, missions, high expectations.

But, one day... it all disappeared. That's crazy... so crazy...

I was enough,  I was awesome, I was... was... a good person, with a good future...

Today,  on this day,  

I don't have anything that makes me happy,  proud... I lost it.

I lost the only thing that made me special. When u fail at the only thing u were good at... Do u really have a talent?

Now I'm  useless,  a failure, a burden.

I try to change every day of my life... but... I guess it's impossible.

Forest Nymph by Paul Hermann Wagner, 1870

"Beneath The Golden Willow"