More and more, I have the absurd feeling that I’ve outstayed my welcome in my own life. There are moments where I’m convinced that everyone I thought I was close to is just putting up with me. It’s an egotistical paranoia.
The biggest problem with feeling like a burden + being someone who shares a lot is that my gut instinct says “tell them how you feel” which makes me feel more like a burden to the friends I’ve now forced to tell me I’m not, which in turn makes me sad again. On repeat. I spend days locked in this chest-tightening cycle.