I wish I could lay it all down.
I wish I could just fit in.
I wish people wouldn’t say I try too hard. That’s the point isn’t it? To try your hardest?
I mean you can’t win.
You either don’t try enough. Or you try too hard.
What’s with the world?
What’s with the people in the world?
I just don’t feel like I’m enough.
I’ve got a million, million voices in my head telling me I am worthless. I don’t need you to tell me that too. I don’t need you to point out my flaws because I do that already.
I don’t understand. I mean, if they don’t like me, if they think I either try too hard or try too less, if they all think the same as I do about myself, then that’s it.
It’s the truth then isn’t it. If they say the same thing I say about myself, then it’s true.
I’m at a point of, being done.
There’s got to be a time when I am able to just …not think. Just to be able to sit and be at peace with myself.
There’s got to be.
