Am I the problem?

I sat alone, the empty room a reflection of how I felt inside. It felt like the world was spinning, yet I was stuck in the same place. The same broken piece of myself, unable to move forward. My mind raced with questions that had no answers.

I had spent my life trying to fix things—trying to fix people, trying to fix myself. But every step I took only seemed to make things worse. The more I tried, the more I lost. And now... now I was alone.

I couldn’t understand what had happened. One moment, everything had seemed fine. I had been surrounded by people I thought I could trust. Friends, family, people I had given my heart to. But somehow, I was always the one left behind.

Was it me? Was I the reason for all this pain?

I could see their faces—those who once cared, who once called me their own. They had all turned their backs on me, one by one. No explanation, no apology, just the cold sting of betrayal.

Why did they leave me?

I tried to reach out, to explain myself, but the words felt hollow. What could I say? How could I make them understand the mess I had created?

But in the quiet of my room, I knew the truth. The truth I had been running from for so long. I was the problem.

I had always been the problem.

I had pushed them away with my doubts, my fears, my insecurities. I had let my own pain blind me to the people who cared. Every time I pulled away, every time I kept my distance, I only pushed them further.

And now they were gone.

I wanted to scream, to yell at the unfairness of it all. But instead, I sat in silence, letting the weight of my own guilt consume me. I was the one who had let everything slip away. I was the one who had let them down.

And the worst part? I didn’t even know how to fix it.

Am I the problem?

There was no one left to ask. No one who cared enough to give an answer. And that... that was the most painful realization of all.

Maybe I wasn't just the problem. Maybe I was the one who had destroyed everything I had ever loved.

I closed my eyes, the tears threatening to fall, but I couldn’t bring myself to let them go. The pain felt too deep. Too raw.

The problem wasn’t just the people I had lost. The problem was me.

And now, I had to live with it.

Well this is what I wanted to write for so long. The feeling of the character. How she turned from playful, Chaotic, dramatic troublemaker to an isolated, depressed person. This happened because of a certain accident in her life. And I am writing this information because I didn't reach the word requirement 😃. I ain't the type to give spoiler so deal with this hehehe~(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠)

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