It feels like everything I’ve ever experienced will never be enough. All the love that other people give me, all the help that my parents provide. All the support from friends and professionals and even strangers on the internet will never be enough. There are many people in my life who care about me and who love me very very much but it just doesn’t ever feel like it’s satisfactory. Even for things like accomplishments and academic grades, I could be very well-decorated but it still doesn’t seem like I’ve done enough. It doesn’t feel like I received enough to be happy about what I have, and it makes me feel selfish and spoiled because of how well-off I am to still not appreciate my circumstances. There are people who are so quick to leave bits and pieces of their lives behind, but for me it feels like it’s a collection that I can never complete, like no matter how many material items I own, how much money I earn, or how many friends I have in my support system, there’s this void that I cannot fill. I gather and collect and hoard and I don’t ever want to let go but even then, it doesn’t feel complete. But it’s not the responsibility of other people to make me feel fulfilled. It just disappoints me because I can’t do it myself.