I have this constant internal screeching in the back of my thoughts; telling me the most awful things. Here I sit wondering what the point is in trying to disprove myself.
I am not good enough, nor will I ever be. I will never be as smart, as witty, as creative. I lack talent, drive, worth. I am lost in a sea of doubt and deceit that wants to swallow me whole. I feel as though I can't get the words out anymore, my voice sounds so weak.
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Random Nonsensical Bull
I drink to much Coffee, eat when it's expected of me, am addicted to nicotine, and live a rather dreary life.