The universe doesn’t give a shit about your problems

I always thought my problems were incredible and special. My parents are abusive, they never loved me. I was bullied at school because of how I looked since I was 6. I was never good at anything. Had zero resilience and failed at every single thing I tried. And to top it all off, I’m ugly as fuck. So the world should feel sorry for me. I always believed this, but the universe wasn’t sorry. It just made me suffer more. I tried to explain how I felt and what it was like to be me. The universe didn’t give a fuck. It didn’t care that I was suffering. It didn’t care about my pain. It didn’t care about all my failures. I was never special. I tried to make the universe see. I’ve tried many times. It didn’t care. I’m nothing in its eyes. It doesn’t feel sorry. It doesn’t care if I live or die. I’m nothing. When I finally understood it, it felt empty. I was never special. My problems weren’t special. They were ordinary. I was ordinary. The universe was never going to give a shit. It was never going to feel sorry for me.