(M 39)
I’ve never wished harm on anyone, nor have I ever acted with bad intentions. I’ve always been sincere. Even when I gave advice, I gave it honestly exactly the way I would have wanted someone to guide me if I were in that same situation.
Do people really not need someone sincere like me in their lives? Why am I alone? Yes, I’m strong enough that I’ve never laid my pain out in front of anyone… but still. Why does the world always run toward those who shine the loudest, the ones who make the most noise? There must be so many people like me out there, quietly just living their lives.
I’m living a good life, I won’t deny that. But I’m still human… I have a heart. I think, I feel. Yes, I’m sensitive, and I’m an introvert. The most important things in my life are dignity and self-respect—and I’ve never compromised on either of them.
I’m not asking to be judged. I just needed to get this off my chest.