I don’t like myself very much right now.
But I will again.
I just have to fight through this and figure out what this discomfort is trying to move me towards, or away from.
My emotions tell me that I’m not as smart as I try to act. I’m not attractive, and don’t forget fat. I’m lazy and unmotivated. I have no compassion. I have no real talent to speak of. People act like they like me, but they really don’t.
This isn’t who I am.
Insecurity is a real bitch. Yeah, you. You might have knocked me down a notch, but I won’t stay down. I will get up, brush off the remnants of self-doubt, and I will keep going and I will keep going and I will keep going. And then, I will go even farther. Because you don’t define me.
Also, I think I might be crazy……