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I'm so sick of not being good enough.
I'm so sick of everything I do not meaning anything; so sick of getting ridiculed for everything I do wrong, or can't do, or don't know I am supposed to do. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'm sorry I can't read minds, and I'm sorry for being me.
It is uncomforting to be unsure of who to trust, when to talk, what to say..... it's uncomforting to consider a relative stranger to be the person you relate to the most after only a couple drunken conversations online (you know who you are...).... and amidst all this mess, I am figuring out I have no idea who I am or what I want in life. Everything I have believed in for so long is getting challenged right before my eyes and much of it is falling apart.
This town is getting very old, and I'm becoming very wary of it.