[VENT.......IGNORE IF YOU MUST]
I try my best and my best is never good enough for anyone.
Everything I do is wrong. Every last little decision I make is the wrong one.
I try my hardest, but the world thinks I'm not trying at all. That I'm lazy. Just making excuses to get out of work. That I had chosen to just give up and not try at all. That I fucked myself over.
My life has been uprooted and flipped on its head and trampled, but the world is too blind to see that. Just because I'm not exactly what the world wants, I'm considered worthless.
I'm lonely, but you can't see. I'm always the friend of the friend. I try to love myself, but when I do, nobody else does. I'm small, fat, disgusting, annoying, and a lazy, worthless waist of a life to the world, but to me I'm a work in progress. I'm getting better. Better than the world. Yet all the world sees is nothing.