the partiality

I wondered how these days were unfolding without causing any hurt or pain. I lamely thought that this would be the happiest year of my life, filled with good days from the beginning. The modern world deceived me by convincing me that I was going to be different and become a new version of myself this year. Perhaps I believed some random Instagram post that said, "This year, all your wounds will heal."

Yes, I may not have delved into the harshness of life yet because I am still young, but this trailer of life's horrors is bringing me down through experience. People say, "You are too young to feel this!" Maybe the world has become too old to treat the young this poorly.

The partiality shown by loved ones hurts like a prick that continuously tears me apart. They say I am not like them, symbolizing they don't vibe with me. They can show me their worst face, but not to them because it'll sting them. But hurting me is fair game? Is it because I'm the odd one out? It's like God cursed them publicly and blessed them privately, while He cursed me quietly but showered blessings on me like confetti!