Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry that if I can't be happy with myself, then nobody will ever be happy with me, and that just makes me even more paranoid. It's a cycle, insecurity, unconfident, and diffidence, it's all a cycle and it's destroying me.
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RandomDepression. It's a fearful thing, it can destroy a single life in a few seconds. Words, painful words. Names, pathetic, loser. This is my story.
