I’m alone, confused, tired, sick. I’m struggling, I’m Isolated, I’m Angry, I’m tossed to the side, inconsidered. I’m insignificant, shallow, slow, I’m ugly, I’m Fat, I am unwanted.
I am just a passing matter that does not impact anyone. like a spec of dust landing in a room, it changes nothing, it impacts nothing, it isn;t significant and meaningful at all. I change nothing in the things around me, i do nothing good, nothing is right.
