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you’re nothing.
people's eyes move around you like you don't exist. no one sees you. you’re just a cluster of gray matter, not able to carve one shape. people come and go, they talk to you, you listen to them, and then they forget about you. there's just nothing in all that gray matter that is worth remembering. you dream about someone that will finally see you, but you know it’ll be too good to be true. you don't see anything yourself when you look into the mirror.
if someone went to you and opened your chest, they would find just an empty space. you’re like a compass needle spinning on the dial. unable to find north. you can shape yourself in a way to other people's satisfaction, but it's not enough. you’re never those things you claim to be. you don't know what you are.
it started when you were a little kid that wanted to be accepted and liked. you started to act in a way to be more likeable, altering everything to the needs of a person you were talking to. always doing what your parental figures and friends wanted you to do. and that was your destruction.
now, you're on this island stranded in the middle of nowhere. you don't know which direction to choose. which one will be right? is there even the right direction to choose in the first place? will all of them lead you to happiness or eternal sadness.
there's only one way to get out of this island, to come back to living. you need to find a chest you buried somewhere here all those years ago. the chest, in which you can find yourself again. you wish there would be somebody that could help you. that will save you, because you need to be saved from this emptiness that poisoned you. but the only one who can do this is you.
you have to get up from the sand. stop watching ocean in hope that it will bring you answers. take old rusty shovel, the only thing that you have and start digging, hoping to find yourself again.
what if you can't find the chest? will you completely disappear?