It’s this constant feeling that I’m just not as lucky like the others. My pathway is much harder and tougher. Sometimes it makes me wonder if God do loves me as much as the others. 

Maybe it’s the constant hanging around people who are just that much better off, happily in love ____________ 

I keep saying and wanting someone to just hold me, and tell me that “I am much more than this”. But I know there won’t be one, and this is just gonna train me to be much more independent than the rest. I have to keep telling myself this, so as to not feel so lousy. 

I need to stop, if not I’ll go crazy.