Choice Your Self
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Last published Mon, Jul 15, 2024
One of the worst feelings is when you constantly feel like you are not good enough, no matter how hard you try. It loses confidence and will eventually lead to questioning your worth. I admit that I've been feeling this for a long time. I feel like no matter what I do, it's just not enough. I feel like there is something wrong with me, and it makes me sad whenever I think about it.
Little by little, I want to build my confidence again. But it's hard when somebody else also makes you feel like you're not enough. It just makes you feel more terrible about yourself, and sometimes you just want to believe that. I've cried so many times, telling myself that I am a failure. And honestly, I'm tired. I am so tired that sometimes I just want to run away from everyone who makes me feel unappreciated.
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