maybe i was brought in this world to never have the right timing. was never born at the right time, people were not prepared. was never my time to say what i really feel because the feelings of others are much more important than mine. lost the will to even share what i really feel to the most understanding people in my life right now because of the trauma of the past. who would share such trivial matters when the people you once shared them with just disappeared on you all of a sudden?
blaming myself for all these just became a staple. hating on myself is my way of living since then. maybe i was the problem all along? maybe i wasn't supposed to be where i am right now. not supposed to be taking up space when someone else is more deserving.
i just want to know if this will ever stop? the longing to just disappear all together? because God knows how much i wanted to disappear like a bubble every single day.
