Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I’m not as strong as I thought. The doubts weigh on me and there’s no one to blame but myself for my own f****** stupidity and inability to do anything and I hate myself I hate all of me I just hate all of it so much and it’s just so heavy and I can’t shake it off, not even for a moment, and I want to and I wish I could just escape from it for a little while but everytime I take a rest it’s like the guilt is so overwhelming and it hurts so bad and I just can’t afford to be tired like this and I can’t afford to be sad like this but I am and every second I’m breathing is a reminder of how f****** pathetic and worthless I am and how everyone’s doing better than me and every moment I’m alive is just another moment where I wonder why, why, why, why, why, why, why the f*** was I born? Please just f****** tell me why
