There are days when I could sit in silence forever. Just me and my emotions. Maybe I’d just sit there and cry. Maybe I’d just stare at the wall. I know that I’m never going to ever be enough for myself and maybe that’s my problem. Maybe my problem is that I can’t find peace being who I am. I know that there is so much about me that drives me insane. How I can’t ever really express how I feel exactly. It’s like the universe just rejects how I feel and there are no words to ever tell my story. As if my story even matters. Sometimes I really feel like I am just another person on earth to fill up space. I mean I’m nothing with much importance.