angst angst angst
Sometimes I feel kind of... insignificant and out of place. IRL and on the internet - I know all these wonderful people, and they're doing all these amazing things and I just... can't. Not clever enough, I guess. I'm just here, doing my own insignificant things that only amuse and interest me. Probably no-one would notice if I stopped.
I don't really mind though. I like it on my own. It's just... lonely sometimes. Obviously. And wondering if I'll ever be good enough to fit in anywhere gets depressing sometimes, before I remember that hey, I'm me, and that should be good enough, I suppose. I don't really need other people. I just like them.
I am so going to look back at this tomorrow and facepalm for posting such ridiculous drivel. Well, no matter.
I don't really mind though. I like it on my own. It's just... lonely sometimes. Obviously. And wondering if I'll ever be good enough to fit in anywhere gets depressing sometimes, before I remember that hey, I'm me, and that should be good enough, I suppose. I don't really need other people. I just like them.
I am so going to look back at this tomorrow and facepalm for posting such ridiculous drivel. Well, no matter.