I can’t believe I’m almost 27

Sometimes I feel so broken beneath my life that I have to sit and tell myself “This isn’t my life, this isn’t my life.”   I have never felt so broken, ever.  I don’t know what I let happen to myself.  Why am I with a person who has no genuine interest in me?  We’re silhouettes; we’re two people leading lives that do not belong to our desires — playing roles we were unwillingly cast in to, hoping to walk away with some profit.
I’m too young to fear that my life is melting.

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