I’ve always felt like I don’t belong anywhere trapped inside a body that doesn’t represent me, a face I never chose. I’m 20, with no real friends and no relationships, just a deep, quiet loneliness. I walk among people and feel their eyes judging me, as if I’m paying for a crime I never committed. In public places, like the bus or the tram, my anxiety tightens my chest and makes my hands tremble. I shrink into myself, trying to disappear while their silent stares seem to consume me. And that emptiness inside never goes quiet it whispers that nothing will ever change, that staying alive has become just a habit… one that hurts more than it keeps me here

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