I can’t just do what will make me happy.
I don’t know what will make me happy.
I can’t do what’s best.
I don’t know what’s best.
Even if I did know what would make me happy I wouldn’t do it.
I hate myself.
I constantly bring myself down.
If I find myself contemplating something that would be beneficial to me I quickly shoot the idea down before I even have the chance to try.
I constantly bully myself and bring myself down.
Meanwhile all around me are wonderful people who love me, care about me, and want to see me succeed. When ever I remember that people love me I will do my best to convince myself otherwise or that my very existence is a bane on theirs.
I am my own worst enemy and there is nothing I can do to stop myself.
I know this as the truth,
I am the one who told me so.