Sitting in a crowded room
Pernille Utoft
surrounded by familiar people
yet feeling so alone…
I should feel comfortable here
but for some reason I don’t
what is wrong with me?
why am I not good enough?
why can’t I be like everyone else?
why am I even here?
they don’t want me here anyway…
will anyone ever want me?
why even bother?
I feel the tears in my eyes
and I just want to disappear
all while I’m sitting in a crowded room
surrounded by my family.
Hi everyone,
This is a little bit different than anything I have ever posted on this blog, and I don’t know how I feel about it. I wrote this in the end of may, and I have been contemplating whether or not I should just upload this, or if I should write about what happened that night as a regular blog post. But I decided that I would just share this, obviously, even though it is scary.
