Not me listening to the same song on repeat from midnight to 4am while crying.
Not me realizing I fucked up the entirety of my twenties never having any courage.
Not me messaging a guy and getting ignored.
Not me contemplating if I am as attractive as I deluded myself into thinking.
Not me ready to quit another university right before graduation.
Not me wanting to drown myself in the shit colored creek.
Not me selling myself short and regressing.
Not me being completely alone and feeling loneliness for the first time in my life.
Not me mentally torturing myself with what could have been with many people.
Not me not sleeping.
Not me not eating.
Not me not thinking.
What have you heard? Because it is not me. It must be someone else.