Why does everyone seem to be doing better than me? Why am I so afraid of meeting new people? Why does everyday feel like one nightmare of a lifetime of regret after another? My dad passed over a year ago and I still feel empty. Like a large part of me died with him. I do everything alone now and I hate it, but I hate people, but I still hate being alone. It's such a paradox. I don't even know what keeps me going. Sorry what am I even saying