Reflecting..

I am good for nothing. And I deserve all the shit I get.

I don't cook. I don't do housework. I'm not smart. I'm not good at directions. I'm scared of practically everything. And I cry at every single thing. Everytime I talk, I hurt someone. If I don't talk, I hurt someone. I annoy people. People just don't understand me. I keep thinking about me, me and me and no one else.

I'm a fucking mess.

Seriously I tried to think of something that I'm good at. That actually makes me worth something. Which someone can actually say they're proud of.