Of being me:
the first to doubt I'm capable of something, the one who judges me harder than anyone else, the numb girl who doesn't know who she is.
Of wishing I could mute those thoughts screaming in my head:
telling me there's no point in anything I might do or say, that I'm not good enough, that I am not enough.
Of feeling:
weak, powerless, useless, worthless.
I'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired of myself.
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