Broken
Apparently I'm a worthless piece of shit who's too picky, is a freeloader, who has no sense of humor, who can't magically read minds and make sex perfect even with a lack of communication. I'm the bitch who wasn't perfect for her father, and was punished for it while her brother was regularly fucking up, but he was the favored child. I can't be perfect for my mother's boyfriend either, but instead of actually talking to me about it, he rants to my mother who's already frustrated and worried over my lack of forward motion in life.
What the fuck am I to do when all the people who try to tell me I'm wrong about all this, who insist I'm a person who can do things, and should be happy, are just words on a screen? Even the ones who are local like this, they never see me face to face.
And how the hell am I supposed to believe in myself when even the things I think should work, that I think I know how to do, blow up in my face? Frell, the only things I've done right lately are clean my clothes and make banana bread and lemon cookies. What the hell sort of track record is that? Oh, and I can still breathe correctly, but that really counts for so little as even idiots can do that right.