All of the people around me are working full time or in school, have multitudes of friends to see consistently, partners to be in love with, talents that they use for fun or their job, a family who at the very least tries their best to love them, and then there's me. Single, barely holding a part time job together without falling apart again, guilt-ridden, broke, and no one wants to be around me that much because I am never someone's choice to see. They see me when I ask them once in a blue moon when I muster the courage to do it because my loneliness outweighs the certainty that they hate me in that moment. I have no career, or talents (unless you count grasping at straws or self-deprecating humour), or family. I'm just alone most of the time with my thoughts as they eat me alive, or the raw extreme emotions that make me feel so mentally fatigued that I can't do anything.

I just don't feel like a person. Who the hell even am I?