I'm sad.But I
I'm sad.
But I shouldn't be-
My life is
great.
But
I worry a lot-
about health,
money,
school,
and life.
Do I have goals?
Maybe.
Or I may just exist
in this vast
emptiness
we call home.
swallowed up by countless
stars,
planets,
and
people.
My greatest fear.
I question
my ability
to
socialize
to draw
interest.
I feel
dull
and lifeless
when among
my peers.
fearful.
I hate
myself.
I am my own
worst
critic.
People see
me
and assume
my life
is
perfect.
I
question
the grounds
on which
that
assumption
is based.
In conclusion,
my life
is not
great.
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