I felt MC’s feelings before: Feeling worthless and a burden, and angry at myself for being that way. Yet it’s so hard to come out of the comfort of your shell and try being useful for once because you’re aware. Aware of everyone’s gazes, judging, whispering, laughing. And knowing you’re just imagining things because in reality nobody honestly really cares about how you act, how you look, but you just can’t help it. It’s a vicious cycle.