The World.
That's my answer for everything, especially the ever so annoying "What's wrong with you?" question. The world.
I'm sick of feeling that I'm not good enough. Be it self inflicted criticism or from an outside source, I'm sick of it. Lately, I or someone else has told me that I'm not good enough to live my dream job, go to a decent college, be a good friend, be a decent independent adult, or any other of the thousands of things I've heard lately that I don't meet the criteria on.
And people wonder why my self esteem is basically nonexistent. People who don't know me think I'm overflowing with it. People who really do know that I'm faking, and I'm an emotional, esteem-less wreck.
Everyone else in the world can just go fuck themselves as far as I'm concerned.
I'm sick of feeling that I'm not good enough. Be it self inflicted criticism or from an outside source, I'm sick of it. Lately, I or someone else has told me that I'm not good enough to live my dream job, go to a decent college, be a good friend, be a decent independent adult, or any other of the thousands of things I've heard lately that I don't meet the criteria on.
And people wonder why my self esteem is basically nonexistent. People who don't know me think I'm overflowing with it. People who really do know that I'm faking, and I'm an emotional, esteem-less wreck.
Everyone else in the world can just go fuck themselves as far as I'm concerned.