Yeah, I got anxiety. What do you want me to do about it? I didn't choose to be born here. Nobody asked me for permission before throwing me into this world and saying, figure it out. I'm just a random dude on this planet, trying to survive my own thoughts while everything around me keeps moving like I'm supposed to already know the rules.
Do you know how sad it feels when you realize you don't have any special talent? No thing you're exceptionally good at, no skill that makes people stop and look at you differently. You grow up hearing that everyone has something special, but then you look at yourself in the mirror and all you see is… normal. And people act like that's fine, but deep down it hurts. Because being normal in a world that celebrates the extraordinary makes you feel invisible.
I used to want to be happy. Not rich, not famous just genuinely happy. Comfortable in my own skin. But somewhere along the way, that got replaced by stress. Now I worry about what people say, what they think, how they judge me without even knowing me. One opinion from the wrong person can ruin my whole day, sometimes longer. I hate that it has that much power over me, but it does. I'm human. I feel things even when I wish I didn't.
I'm not the main character in some big story. I'm not even the cool side character. I'm just a random dude passing through someone else's plot, trying not to mess up too badly. I have doubts, fears, and quiet moments where my chest feels heavy for no clear reason. And I keep going anyway, even when I don't feel strong, even when I don't feel important.
This isn't a fantasy. There's no glow-up arc guaranteed, no sudden reveal that I was special all along. This is just life raw, unfair, and honest. And maybe that's enough. Maybe being here, feeling everything this deeply, even the anxiety and the sadness, means I'm still alive. Still trying. Still human.