"My mom is anxious. My dad is an insomniac. My brother is self destructive." "I am envious. I am hypocritical." "I grew (and am still growing) in a society that seems perfect." "Am I the worst person in the world, or is that just me being obnoxious and self obsessed?" "I hate that I'm so self aware, and that I think/know everything going on." "I feel like if I waltzed through life, thinking everything was alright, (even though it's not) I would be better off. Or would I?"