Oh my god. I have like. No self-esteem.

I knew this. I've noticed it before but. It's never been so fucking clear.

Vivid blandness, dayum. Never thought such an oxymoron would be true.

So. It's official. Shitty self-esteem. And confidence issues. Plus little known skills.

Perfect combination makes for a shitty sum.

I just realized, walking back from class . . . I don't know myself anymore.

I know who I am, that's easy, and what I am is a female human detective, but. Y'know what they say, "Beeeee yourself;" I don't know who that self is. When I'm interacting with people, I know I'm not being myself. It all just feels so fake. There's something missing, but I ( Read more... )

This is stupid.

. . .

Maybe if he had. If he had died when I was a little older. Five, six. I'd be sad. But I didn't know him. I only remember one memory of him. And it's, what, 30 seconds long? God, I'm horrible. I remember a damn tree, but not my own grandfather. I never even noticed it was my only memory of him. I didn't bother to dwell on it ( Read more... )