2014 and 2015 were my fleeting lifespan's worst years. No major, life-or-death events happened. I just have felt so very alone even amongst friends and family. I can't bring myself to talk to anyone about what I'm feeling, this whole bundle of negative emotions constantly accumulating inside me. Talking to people about what I feel just makes me feel selfish, knowing how others are suffering more so. I hate wallowing in my own self-pity but it seems to be my only salvation. I feel so selfish, so bitter, so antisocial, pessimistic overall. I try, try, try not to be what I am right now, but I keep falling into the same mentality. I can't trust people, I'm scared of being emotionally attached to someone. The feeling of betrayal and abandonment
