Why is it that I'm not happy with who I am; have a constant feeling of sadness and loneliness? Is it my past? Is it something that I have had the misfortune to inherit? Is it part of growing up? Have I brought it on myself? I always feel so bad when complaining, I've been given a life - that is probably being lived incorrectly - yet, here I am contemplating my entire existence and my relevance on this planet on a regular basis. I just feel so selfish, you know? I have so much yet say I have so little whilst there are those who are more misfortunate than myself. I don't know what I have, I haven't actually got an actual diagnoses for this because I feel as if it's not important: a waste of other peoples time. I like to sustain just that little bit of sanity that actually resides within me by not giving myself a self-proclaimed or actual label. As cliche as this may sound I don't need a tag specifying what type of person I'm stereotyped to be because it does not define me as a person. I know this isn't the worst thing to be bestowed upon an individual and I am one hundred percent aware of that; I know people have it so much more worse than me and it makes me feel so selfish because Im scared I will be judged by others.