/lit/ - Literature

>>17611357
I'm perfectly happy with who I am now, and although this sensation is brief, and fear and insecurity are waiting for me just around the corner, still I'll savor this feeling and hold it with all my might.
Two weeks passed, I envy the person I was before, the more I try to recall that feeling the more frustrated I become. I don't have the strength or the knowledge to bring it back, as if my own being is empty and only the action of another can do that.
I resent it, I'm not good in interacting with other people you see and that my own happiness is so dependent on them, that their closeness and what they think about me is so important to me just feed this newly found insecurity and self-hate on this never ending cycle.