I just feel so shitty about myself. I couldn’t even find any reason why I am worthy of anything. I am well aware the importance of detachment, but that identity is dear to me. I worked hard to be there, only to be taken away from me against my will.
Recently, I have confessed anonymously to a crush. While they were generous enough to respond with warmth and kindness, I think there’s beauty in not knowing what they have in mind. I would much prefer if they acted autonomously.