I feel like everything is a struggle. I struggle to get out of bed in the morning. I struggle to just try to show up for people. I struggle to get everything done timely. Lots of fucking struggling. Someone once said that nothing worth having comes easy, or some bullshit like that. In all honesty lately, I don’t feel like anything has come easy — hell, I don’t think anything is coming at all. I’ve had more problems than I can think of lately. I feel like nothing is helping me and I don’t know where else to go. I don’t really trust people. And a lot of that has to do with the poor self-image I have of myself — that I don’t think that I deserve to be loved or liked or anything like that. I think it’s because I say stupid things all the time. I don’t think about what I’m talking about, and I just hurt people constantly. And then I get this feeling: I’m just useful to the world and that’s it. No one actually likes me. They like the services that I provide. They like the things that I...
