Am I the only one who is me?
Am I the only one who thinks the way I do?
Am I the only one who has no idea what I want to do in the future yet?
Am I the only one who is so bad at, yet so desperate to learn to make new friends, that I read Carnegie?
Am I the only one in my generation who knows who Dale Carnegie is?
Am I the only one who is scared of not knowing?
Am I the only one who isn’t scared of any living beings, yet terrified of darkness and what could be hiding there?
Am I the only one who gets sad for no reason at all?
Am I the only one who would rather stay at home all day in my PJ’s than go shopping?
Am I the only one who re-reads my own posts to see if I changed my opinion on something?
Am I the only one who doesn’t want to belong to any sort of clique/group/circle?
Am I the only one who wishes nobody I know would read this?
Am I the only one who hates making mistakes, no matter how small?
Am I the only one who watches anime for myself?
Am I the only one who presents myself with determination, changes opinion when proved wrong, yet still pretends to have the same one?
Am I the only one who even bothers to think if I’m the only one who thinks about this stuff?
Am I the only one who is really scared of not existing?
Am I the only one who sometimes hates myself?
Am I the only one who tries to impress people by stating random facts that I really do find fascinating, yet are useless in “real life”?
Am I the only one who feels like I don’t control my thoughts myself?
Am I the only one who sees myself as I see myself?
Am I the only one who feels like everyone is lying?
Am I the only one who feels like I’m lying to myself?
Am I the only one who pretends not to care about something someone said/did to me, while inside hurting a lot?
Am I the only one who doesn’t know what to “grow up” really means?
Am I the only one who hasn’t had a real crush on anyone in more than three years?
Am I the only one who is scared of ending up alone?
Am I the only one who feels like I’m running out of time?
Am I the only one who loves my family, but can’t/doesn’t know how to express it?
Am I the only one who thinks that no one is really happy?
Am I the only one who feels like there’s no point in living, yet is terrified of dying?
Am I the only one who believes in some kind of “master plan”, but not in God?
Am I the only one who isn’t sure if I should capitalize the “g” or not?
Am I the only one who isn’t sure of anything?
Am I the only one?
Am I?