I think I'm beginning to lose my sense of self.
I have never fully had a firm grasp on reality,
and who I was,
but I feel like I'm losing myself.
I'm finding it difficult to strike up conversations with people,
and even when I do,
it feels like I only end up talking about myself.
And that feels so selfish.
And strange.
Because the more I talk, the more pieces of me
I give away.
And I gave out too much of myself out.
And I lost myself along the way.
And it's my fault.
And it's really hard to hold conversations,
holding onto friendships,
holding onto feelings,
holding on.
I don't really know what to do anymore.
I have nothing to say.
All I ask are trivial questions,
small questions,
small talk.
I hate small talk, but I do it anyway.
I'm so boring.