Some days, I feel lost. Like everything I do just doesn’t add up. Is it justified that I exist?
Some days, I feel the world falling on my shoulders. Everyone appreciates what I do but I stretch myself thin just to tear myself apart. Should my existence be used like a puppet?
Some days, people leave me alone. I don’t push them away but they’re gone before I can say how I feel and I’m left behind. Is my existence so frail that I can be tossed aside?
But some days, I feel the warmth of amazing people beside me. These people may be selfish but they’re wonderful and would do anything for me if it’s in their power because I’m me. Perhaps, those days are something worth living for knowing that the lack of my existence after touching theirs means that I’ll never stand alone.