I’ll never be good enough. I am this worthless piece of shit that doesn’t deserve even to breathe the same air as you do. Yes, I’m full of self-pity. Disgustingly so. And even more horrible is the equally gigantic pride and ambition I’ve got. I repulse myself. I lie systematically to myself and others become the true me is too revolting. I’d suicide but I’m also a coward. I’m bored of therapy and pills…
