Nothing material is truly worthy of holding onto in this life, as if it’s not going to slip out of your hands. In this world, what truly belongs to you is your body—the only true loss you will not live to mourn. Life is as such.
You don’t have the right words to describe your situation, but you can see your mental state crashing down. You can’t tell anyone outside your little circus about what you’re experiencing neither can you face your emotions and reality on your own. The “imbalance” is so glaring.
You won’t understand the weight of being someone’s entire world until it starts crashing down on you.
Will anything be misinterpreted?
Will my advances be enough for connection?
Is there any request I haven’t attempted yet?
You just have to keep calculating, mending, planning
At this point, you can feel the unbalance with the system and you become so exhausted and not truly yourself. The world feels smaller when you’re supposed to be flourishing. It’s not you but your own life choices, which you didn’t expect to turn out like this.
Do you know who I am? This particular diction doesn’t normally come from a rich and knowledgeable individual. For they do not have to prove themselves.