I’m second guessing myself for no good reason. I keep telling myself that I’m not working fast enough,
Finding fault with every conceivable thing that I do is driving me crazy.
And for what?
So I can tell some mythical idea of a person that I did everything that I could do to be exceptional?
My gut says there’s nothing wrong with me but I’m so used to being questioned that I can’t seem to stop myself from answering.
The thing is no one is asking me questions. At least not right now.
It’s the summer time and I am having anxiety over things that aren't whether a cute boy will talk to me or how my body looks in a bathing suit.
I’m getting tired of beating myself up over things I should be proud of.
I am not going to continue to shrink myself into this tiny, soft spoken, over apologizing person.
My personality is not something I can store away for anything or anyone.
Not even myself.