I feel like an outsider in my own life. I don't know why, but it feels like, if I just disappeared right now, nothing will change. Nobody will be sad that I'm gone, and nothing will be negatively impacted by my absence.
I'm afraid that it'll be this way until the day I die. Every time I open up about this, people simply tell me that everything will get better, but when is that? How long do I have to feel alone until things change? It's been years, and I still feel as excluded from society as I was when I first did.
I also feel envious that everyone else around me don't feel this way, as terrible as that sounds. They have the gall to act like I'm inconveniencing them for having these thoughts and emotions, yet they claim to be all for "mental health". Honestly, they just want to deal with the "aesthetic" mental illnesses.
I just want to have a comfortable and content life where I'm genuinely loved. Is that so hard for the universe to grant?