Dear Mom, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you any prouder of me. I’m sorry I didn’t turn out the way you wanted me to be. I’m sorry that I’m a disappointment to you.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry that If I can’t be happy with myself, then no one will ever be happy with me. That makes me ever more paranoid. It’s a cycle, insecurity, lack of confidence, & diffidence. It’s all a cycle, and it’s destroying me.
Everywhere I look there’s all these happy people and I think what’s wrong with me why can’t I be like them.
A failure is not always a mistake, it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying. – B. F. Skinner
When the sadness Hits you at 2 AM like a bullet you realize that you have no one.