I feel so apart from people. I look around and see the people around me laughing and talking with each of their friends. I am always surrounded by those people, unintentionally mocking me with their happiness and friendship while I stand alone, unseen and unwanted. If only I could be truly invisible, then I could accept the truth of being alone. Instead, I must face those who pretend their kindness due to pity.
Why must I be afraid of death? Despite feeling miserable and wanting to disappear from the world, I cannot bring myself to take my own life. The mere thought of losing my life is frightening.
I suppose this is my punishment. I must suffer until my last breath.