Well, here it goes

Everyday, I feel like I face my problems alone in a crowded room. Even though they claim that they have your back, they don't have anything. They are just empty words that don't make me feel any special. I hate this feeling. I hate feeling like I am alone.

When I want to talk to someone about something that is troubling me, I am told to ignore it and push forward. Or just be happy. But what is happy? I can't even define that because I don't know what it is.

Sometimes talking about something just makes one grow sadder rather than relieved. No one is so incredibly strong to fight by themselves. Sometimes, we just need a hand on our shoulder.

I am always told that I should never change who I am. I should stay the same. But how can I stay the same when I am constantly losing patience and getting angry all the time. Who am I? Why do I always get angry at the tinny details. I don't mind changing who I am, but sometimes, I just want to be met half way. This predicament is difficult to deal with.

* This is just my rant. It's disorganized but I just needed to clear my head a tiny bit. Thanks for reading.