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<p style="text-align: center"><strong>โ€œI feel like iโ€™m not good enough.โ€</strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>Prince | Egypt </strong></p><hr><p style="text-align: center"><em>๐™ˆ๐™‡๐™ˆ | ๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š</em></p><p style="text-align: start"></p><p style="text-align: start"><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">ใ€Œ </span><em>My entire existence feels like trash. I feel like I'm not enough for myself, my village, or even my own family, as the sole outcast because I'm too tanned or too ugly. I've often wondered what people got out of hating me. Maybe if I could change myself. Perhaps they'll like me more. The harder I work, the further I get from my goal. Why is it me? Why am I so different? </em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">ใ€</span></p><p style="text-align: start"></p><p style="text-align: start"><em>Despite being born into such a gorgeous family, I am the most detested. My mother can hardly look at me, and my father lacks the presence to see how strong his son has become. My own siblings aren't concerned about me; why can't I just obtain what I want? Why is it difficult to be liked? Why is it </em><strong><em>so hard to live.</em></strong><em> What is the purpose of living? Why was I born simply to feel bad?</em></p><p style="text-align: start"></p><p style="text-align: start"><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">ใ€Œ</span><em> I ask myself, "Maybe it's because of me. Maybe I'm the problem." Maybe if I cut my wrist, I can get the soreness to leave gone. I suffer pain every time I use a knife on my wrist; is it possible for the discomfort to stop? Why am I so frightened of dying? I don't like it here. Why is leaving so perplexing, and why do I wake up every day with no desire to move? I'd rather plunge into darkness than float like my body does. </em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">ใ€</span></p><p style="text-align: start"></p><p style="text-align: start"><em>Without a thought in the world. Not thinking about my village, my family, or even myself. I enjoy the idea of staying in the dark merely to feel alone, despite my want for connection. Love or not I just want to feel wanted and cared for.</em></p><p style="text-align: start"></p><p style="text-align: start"><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">ใ€Œ</span><em> My mother calls me weak. But am I actually? I believe she is correct because if someone gets too near, I push them away because I am frightened of being hurt and of giving in to my emotions. What if I give in and they think I'm weird? They'll think I'm dumping my issues on them. </em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">ใ€</span></p>
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