why? why do i keep going
if i know i'm never going to be enough? why do i torture myself like this?
why do i still try even though i'll never succeed, that i'll never mean anything or be anything in their eyes? what gives me that little ounce of hope that i'll finally be recognized? that i'll finally have a friend? that i'll finally belong? why me? why do i have to be like this? why do i have to be so sensitive about every little thing? why do i always have to be so lonely? why can't i be intelligent and witty and easy to be friends with? why do i have to feel like i'm weird and that i don't belong and that i'm not funny enough or talented enough to be worth anything? why do i have to give up the things i love in order to stay sane? just why.
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