Work has been really crazy lately so there’s not much time for self-pity. I go through work like a robot: interviews in the morning, call-outs in the afternoon, paperwork in between. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job. But I’m missing my spark, my self.
Last night I just completely broke down and started crying for hours. I feel sorry for my boyfriend, who sees me through all my constant lows. Especially now, I’m beginning to worry that I’m not good enough for anyone. Him and my friends have shown me support, kindness, encouragement, and praise, and I feel guilty that they are all such sweet people and I’m just this piece of shit who constantly rags on herself.
I feel small, like the entire world is swallowing me whole. There’s nothing left to do but to keep pushing forward and hope that this will get better.