April 17, 2003
Do you ever get the feeling the world is quietly rooting against you?
Not loud, not obvious—just... constant.
Like everything you do is met with resistance, and every face turns just a little colder when you need warmth the most.
That's where I am.
One mistake—one that wasn't even mine—
and suddenly everything I built collapsed.
No warnings. No second chances. Just silence and judgment.
It's maddening.
I feel boxed in, pushed around, blamed for things I never did.
And I can't fight back. Not because I won't—but because they've already decided I'm the villain.
And maybe that's what hurts the most.