it's like i'm waking up everyday, constantly asking myself over and over again - what will make today any different than yesterday?
every night i go to sleep like, yes, tomorrow is gonna be the day that i finally pull myself together. i'll be the person i should've been all day long. and then the morning comes, and everything's the same because i'm still the same. and it's still that same empty, ugly feeling inside of me that's like, what's the point? what is the point of my life? and it's funny cause it's not like i have any real reason to feel this way. it's just how it is. and then when anyone asks me what the problem is, i simply do not have an answer. "i'm sad", "why?". but that's not even the truth. i'm not necessarily sad, i am tired, unmotivated, anxious, jealous, stressed, fucking exhausted. and i don't know how to stop this. what if it's just who i am? maybe i'll never be able to feel the happiness, the contentness that i felt before. and even if i pull myself out of this pity hole that i have fallen into, is it gonna last? am i gonna have to go to sleep every night running my thoughts about how i don't deserve to rest because i didn't even really do anything productive all day. do i even deserve to be alive today, tomorrow, or the days that come after?
and if i really feel like this, why can't i change? why can't i just eat healthy, exercise, run my errands, do all my work, hang out with my friends and not always feel like i'm the fucking odd-one out. what is it that i lack? and why is it that i can't ever truly be happy for others, unless i'm happy myself? why can i only see my failure? why do i act like a horrible person, even thought i know what i'm feeling is wrong? am i just that - a horrible person? is that something that i just have to live with, hide it away from everyone hoping they'll never find out? what is there even to like about me? i'm so boring and bland - so basic.
if i disappeared - would they even care? would they even notice?