No Road

The Story

I will try to be as honest with myself as possible, although I usually fail. I prefer to deceive myself, to avoid revelations, to distort the facts. I feel bad. It happens to me more and more over the years. I'm 24, and sometimes I feel like I'm three times older. I don't understand people. Their desires, their dreams, their problems, their behavior, their worldview. I communicate freely and quickly find a common language with almost everyone, but this is only a seeming screen behind which I hide. I have friends, but I don't share many personal things with them. They know no more than half of my nature. I find some escape in communication with them and in our mutual moments and experiences. It is difficult for me to define the concept of loneliness, but what I am describing may be close to my understanding of its meaning, and perhaps yours. I don't have the ability to enjoy life and it kills me slowly. I am not happy with my successes, whether they are small or big, and I have never experienced them. From there follow the problems with motivation, which have been my constant companion throughout my life. I have failed more endeavors than anyone I know, I have disappointed people close to me. Every day I wonder why I am here and whether it makes sense to continue. I am horrified to think that I cannot give a clear answer to this question.

Last Updated
September 14, 2020
Author:
ohjonny55

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