I've always felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I have to try to fake that I'm happy every day of my life, if you can call that a life? I don't see any way forward, Just stuck in limbo. I understand the childhood traumas that have shaped me into the person I have become. But I feel powerless to grow and overcome these issues. I live in a subtle, sometimes not so subtle, state of fear. Walking downtown to my local coffee shop today my thoughts revolve around what I imagine people think of me. I feel like a bug on the ground, totally inconsequential. Oh well, let's see if we can repeat the same crap tomorrow ...