If someone is destined to be the worst, let it be me.
I have a strong feeling of being one that is always the last. I am unemployed because I dont want to take anyone elses job.
I am not social because I simply like being alone. If I was social though, I would feel not being where I want to be.
I actually think of good things of my life. How I have a roof above my head. How I do meaningful things, be genuine, donate my blood.
I am thinking of bad things of my life, when I am trying to outgrow. When I am trying my hardest to get a stable good job I crash out eventually. When I am trying to get more social I hide in my carapace away from the world.
Who am I, really? Why I want good things in my life, when being below average make me genuine happiness?
