So...yeah. Woke up this morning and just... yeh... :c
I cant...do things correctly. And I often find myself doing so much to help others, when in reality I need to help myself.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm cut out for this world... and the answer is, "No". And yet I keep trying. I keep trying to pick myself up and push myself out the door. And....yet...it's not enough. It's never enough. Never.
Work doesn't fire for being sick or being too slow. They have standards, but they're very flexible. And that's GREAT. But if I can't fuckin do enough...then what use am I to a company?
I want to sit and write my heart out. Every emotion. Every pain I feel. All my frustrations.... but... it's not enough. It's never enough.
I'd LOVE to be published! But writing is a full time job! And even then, I'd have to have two to three jobs to make ends meet...:C
I've contemplated if... maybe... sighs I dunno...
Just... not feeling the greatest. My self confidence has plummeted today, and I'm not sure how to pick it back up...:c
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MEGA hugs I know what all of that feels like, believe me. Every single bit of it. And I think you are too cut out to be in this world, and that this world would be a poorer place without you. And I for one would be very upset if anything happened to you.