|Current music:||Cursive - The Radiator Hums|
I know i'm imperfect. I know everyone is. Yet some of our flaws stand out more than others flaws. My flaws are ones everyone can see.
I strive to find something that i can call my own, but there's nothing. There's never been anything for me but what was left behind by others. So i just take it all because i know i can never get any better or any more. These thought consume me. I try to hide them in the cracks, but they alway seep through. I don't know what to do. All i can think is pessimistic thoughts about myself. It's not for pity, not for sympathy. It's just the thoughts i have been acostumed to. The thoughts have run infinite times through my head. I believe everyone of them. I haven't been proven any different. I'm talentless, insufficient, worthless, and undeserving.
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