Skin.

A bit different, I must confess. Years old.

I feel tremendously uninterested and miserable about my existence.  There is not much, if anything, that I can do to make myself feel better about life.  My hobbies are becoming a bore.  Mundane conversations with my family are driving me to the brink of mental insanity.  My entire life I have been protected.  Throughout my lifespan I have very few moments of true happiness.  I feel like I am not allowed to live.  I feel like I am in someone else’s skin.  I have the need to peel off this unfamiliar skin that covers me.

 

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