I need somebody to live with me, take hobby in indulging in my daily activities and slap me with a stick every time I do something bad, so that I can grow to hate them, regret, be sour and finally fall in love with them and have a happy ending where I become a successful man and live with a regular controling gaslighting parasite of a wife.
>>11977098I'm not sad, I'm actually happy, I'm cheerful while writing this, I'm doing all my work, projects, exams and all that, somehow it all works out for me but there's this overwhelming, all the time present dread of not being enough, that I'm soon going to regret my lifestyle of ten or so years not even knowing how much it actually changed and improved, unknown to the fact how much I've grown as a person, because there is no one to witness it.
I am a tree grew as high as it's peers but will fell in a complete silence no matter how much I scream.
