I'm just a person. Not a main character, not a side character either. There's no spotlight following me around, no dramatic soundtrack playing when I walk into a room. I'm definitely not like those isekai characters in manga the ones who get reborn into another world, suddenly overpowered, surrounded by beautiful people who love them for no reason. That kind of life feels unreal, like it belongs to someone else entirely.I'm just a random dude who was born, who exists, and who lives day by day. I wake up, worry about small things, stress over people's opinions, and carry problems that probably don't look important from the outside but feel heavy to me. I think about what others say, how they see me, whether I said the wrong thing or made a mistake. Those thoughts follow me more than I'd like to admit.There's no cheat skill for dealing with anxiety. No magic reset button when I mess up. No guarantee that someone will come and save me or tell me everything will work out. It's just me, my thoughts, and the quiet pressure of trying to be "okay" in a world that keeps moving whether I'm ready or not.And sometimes that hurts. Because stories teach us that everyone has a role, a purpose that's clear and exciting. But real life doesn't work like that. Real life is messy, slow, and often lonely. You don't feel special you just feel human,Still, even if I'm not a character in a story, I'm real. My worries are real. The way I care about people's opinions, the way problems sit in my chest late at night that's real too. I'm not living a fantasy. I'm just living my life. And maybe that's not impressive or heroic, but it's honest.
