Unremarkably Inconsequential

Unremarkable inconsequential. Thats how I always feel. Never the best friend always the bullied. A stepped-on leaf crumbled to pieces. Never someone people want to spend time with. Not friends. Not strangers. Not coworkers.

A stranger in my own life. Depressed and anxious. Unable to change my predisposition. Unable to become someone else. Unable to find joy in what is supposed to be natural, which is what is living my own life.

I have never thought this life is worth living. Not like this. I long for the day this torture ends.