Lucky

I'm extremely lucky. I am surrounded by amazingly talented, intelligent and creative people.

This makes me sad.

I adore everything they do. Their personalities just shine through in everything they put their minds too. Whatever the project it is always brilliantly executed and designed.

This makes me sad.

They are the nicest people I have ever met. They're genuine in their nice nature, not trying to be something they're not. They would never deliberately flaunt their amazingness. They are all beautiful and confident of themselves and their abilities. They shine with brilliance.

This makes me sad.

I am none of these things. I do not shine, I forget who I am on a daily basis, my talents are limited and faulty, I am awkward and strange, my personality doesn't shine through anything because I have to hide it.
I'm broken emotionally and have trouble not being nice, even when someone is being awful to me. I cry a lot and I don't like to share my stories. I'm not particularly good at anything, only basically good at some things. My ideas are hardly original and my humour is never understood. I have more bad days than good.

I am literally everything they are not.

This makes me sad.