Honest Thought From an Anxious Mind

I’m not good enough and I never will be.

Even if I do find a way out of this, the damage has been done. The fact that it happened at all means I’ll never fully recover from it.

Why would anyone ever care about you?

They just tolerate you. They don’t actually care if you’re here or not.

Why would you say that? You’re trying too hard to be funny. Just shut up and let someone else talk.

She’s not texting you with her usual style. Is she mad at you? Did she cheat and feels guilty? Or is she just finally coming to her senses and leaving your sorry ass?

I can’t stop thinking about it. Even if I do something to “distract myself,” it’s going to be half-hearted because I’m going to be thinking about it.

Apologize. Apologize, you bastard. If you don’t apologize, they won’t like you anymore.

They’re just saying that to make you feel better. If you can’t be brutally honest with people, why would they be brutally honest with you?

I’ll never be able to love someone the way I want to.

Don’t express your dislike, your anger, your disagreement. You want her to like you, remember?

I’m broken. I don’t know that I’ll ever heal.

Even if I do heal, it’ll take years. Years of my life wasted on being miserable and alone.

Don’t let yourself consider that relationship. She deserves so much better than you.