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"What if I'm not good enough?" | Vent/Rant |

⁂ Just a vent/rant so you can ignore this and move on. ⁂ 

|South Korea⇾Transgender + Transsexual Male⇾he/him/his/hes/himself|

░▒▓█►─═ Third-Person POV [with South Korea] ═─◄█▓▒░

"But what if I'm not good enough." South Korea muttered to himself, looking up towards the mirror. His own reflection did seem like, well, his own reflection. He saw somebody different. He saw an actually successful person there. Somebody who had their crap together, somebody who knew what they were doing. And most importantly, somebody who had others to cry against if they needed. 

The South Korea in front of the mirror? He was pathetic. He was successful, but was being successful enough to make him happy? He thought it was. He had escaped his mentally abusive ex, became an artist, made friends, he was strong enough to do all that, but that didn't help the voice in his head telling him he'll never be as good as the others. He'll never become as well-known and loved as America, he won't become as successful as Japan, he won't be as strong as China, it was something he was told by his own self and he believed it.

With a wail, he turned his mirror upside down so he didn't have to face himself. Himself. The one thing he's grown to hate more than anything. He hated how every time he asked for help he was told it'll all pass or he's being dramatic. This was no drama show. He knew that. Did he believe himself? Of course not. If UN said he was dramatic, it must be true, right? She was right about everything, so maybe he was being dramatic if she said it.

It came to a point where he started bottling up his feelings. Nobody knows how he feels, and that's the goal. If nobody knows, nobody can tell him he's being dramatic. That's how it was for him. Even if every passing moment was killing him for not speaking up about his feelings, he would never say anything for he knew nobody would listen. The throbbing of his arms from the constant cuts put upon them throughout the years was a reminder of that.

Sitting on his bed now, the only thing he could do was curl himself into a ball and sob. Life sucked for him at the moment.

He wasn't good enough. At least, that's what his mind told him. And for some reason, whatever his mind said, he believed.